Psalms 22:15-26 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.

Coverdale⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁵ My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death. ¹⁶ For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me. ¹⁷ They pearsed my hondes and my fete, I might haue tolde all my bones: as for them, they stode staringe and lokinge vpon me. ¹⁸ They haue parted my garmentes amonge them, ad cast lottes vpon my vesture. ¹⁹ But be not thou farre fro me, o LORDE: thou art my sucoure, haist the to helpe me. ²⁰ Delyuer my soule from the swearde, my dearlinge from the power of the dogge. ²¹ Saue me from the lyons mouth, and heare me fro amonge the hornes off the vnicornes. ²² So will I declare thy name vnto my brethren, in the myddest off the congregacion will I prayse the. ²³ O prayse the LORDE ye that feare him: Magnifie him all ye sede of Iacob, & let all ye sede of Israel feare hi. ²⁴ For he hath not despysed ner abhorred the myserable estate of the poore: he hath not hyd his face fro me, but whe I called vnto him, he herde me. ²⁵ I wil prayse the in the greate congregacion, and perfourme my vowes in the sight off all the that feare the. ²⁶ The poore shal eate ad be satisfied: they yt seke after ye LORDE shal prayse him: youre herte shal lyue for euer.