Coverdale(i)
14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
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.