Psalms 22:16-18

16Wicked people are everywhere around me. They are ready to attack me, like a group of wild dogs. They tear apart my hands and my feet.

17My body is so weak I can count all my bones. My enemies look at me and they laugh. They are happy because I have pain.

18They have taken my clothes, and they choose what they want for themselves. They throw dice to decide who receives each piece.