15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my palate; and thou hast laid me in the dust of death. 16 For dogs have encompassed me; an assembly of evil-doers have surrounded me: they pierced my hands and my feet. 17 I may count all my bones. They look, they stare upon me;
Israel's race shall then behold Him,
Full of grace and majesty;
Though they set at nought and sold Him,
Pierced and nailed Him to the tree,
They in glory
Shall their great Messiah see.