Psalms 22:15-26 My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

Geneva⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹⁵ My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death. ¹⁶ For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete. ¹⁷ I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me. ¹⁸ They part my garments among them, and cast lottes vpon my vesture. ¹⁹ But be thou not farre off, O Lord, my strength: hasten to helpe me. ²⁰ Deliuer my soule from the sword: my desolate soule from the power of the dogge. ²¹ Saue me from the lyons mouth, and answere me in sauing me from the hornes of the vnicornes. ²² I wil declare thy Name vnto my brethren: in the middes of the Congregation will I praise thee, saying, ²³ Prayse the Lord, ye that feare him: magnifie ye him, all the seede of Iaakob, and feare ye him, all the seede of Israel. ²⁴ For he hath not despised nor abhorred ye affliction of the poore: neither hath he hid his face from him, but when he called vnto him, he heard. ²⁵ My prayse shalbe of thee in the great Congregation: my vowes will I perfourme before them that feare him. ²⁶ The poore shall eate and be satisfied: they that seeke after the Lord, shall prayse him: your heart shall liue for euer.