17 I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
18 They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.
19 But don't be far off, Yahweh. You are my help: hurry to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword, My precious life from the power of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion's mouth; Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen you have answered me.
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