Psalms 22:6-7, 15, 17

But I am like a worm instead of a man. People make fun of me and hate me. Those who look at me laugh. They stick out their tongues and shake their heads.

My strength has dried up like a clay pot, and my tongue sticks to the top of my mouth. You laid me in the dust of death.

I can count all my bones; people look and stare at me.