Psalms 22:6-7, 15, 17

But I am a worm and not a man, A reproach of men and despised by the people. All who see me sneer at me; They separate with the lip, they wag the head, saying

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And my tongue cleaves to my jaws; And You lay me in the dust of death.

I can count all my bones. They look, they stare at me