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15My strength is dried up like a potsherd.My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.You have brought me into the dust of death. 16For dogs have surrounded me.A company of evildoers have enclosed me.They have pierced my hands and feet. 17I can count all of my bones.They look and stare at me. 18They divide my garments among them.They cast lots for my clothing. 19But don’t be far off, Yahweh.You are my help. Hurry to help me!