Like a raging and roaring lion.
nAnd all My bones are out of joint;
My heart is like wax;
It has melted 5within Me.
15 oMy strength is dried up like a potsherd,
And pMy tongue clings to My jaws;
You have brought Me to the dust of death.
The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me.
rThey look and stare at Me.
18 sThey divide My garments among them,
And for My clothing they cast lots.
Lit. have opened their mouths at Me
Lit. in the midst of My bowels
So with some Heb. mss., LXX, Syr., Vg.; MT Like a lion instead of They pierced