¹⁶ A throng of evil ones has surrounded me
    like a pack of wild dogs;
They^[a] pierced my hands and ripped a hole in my feet.
¹⁷ I count all my bones;
    people gawk and stare at me.
¹⁸ They make a game out of dividing my clothes among themselves;
    they cast lots for the clothes on my back.