ps 22 - kaset ps 5

My heart has turned to wax; it has melted within me. ps 4 15 My mouth[ d] is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death 16 Dogs surround me, a pack of villains encircles me; they pierce[ e] my hands and my feet 17 All my bones are on display;