Psalms 22:6-7, 15, 17

But I am like a worm, crushed and bleeding crimson, treated as less than human. I’ve been despised and scorned by everyone! Mocked by their jeers, despised with their sneers, as all the people poke fun at me, spitting their insults

I’m so thirsty and parched. My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. And now you lay me in the dust of death.

I can count all my bones. Look at how they gloat over me and stare!