Bishops(i)
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death
16 (22:16a) For dogges are come about me, the assemble of the wicked lay siege agaynst me: they haue pearced my handes and my feete
17 (22:16b) I may tell all my bones. (22:17a) They stande staring & gasing vpon me