Psalms 22:6-7, 15, 17

But I am a worm, and no man; A reproach of men, and despised by the people. All those who see Me ridicule Me; They shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying

My strength is dried up like a potsherd, And My tongue clings to My jaws; You have brought Me to the dust of death.

I can count all My bones. They look and stare at Me.