Psalms 21:3-13

³O my God, I will cry to thee by day, but thou wilt not hear: and by night, and it shall not be accounted for folly to me.

⁴But thou, the praise of Israel, dwellest in a sanctuary.

⁵Our fathers hoped in thee; they hoped, and thou didst deliver them.

⁶They cried to thee, and were saved: they hoped in thee, and were not ashamed.

⁷But I am a worm, and not a man; a reproach of men, and scorn of the people.

⁸All that saw me mocked me: they spoke with their lips, they shook the head, saying,

⁹He hoped in the Lord: let him deliver him, let him save him, because he takes pleasure in him.

¹⁰For thou art he that drew me out of the womb; my hope from my mother's breasts.

¹¹I was cast on thee from the womb: thou art my God from my mother's belly.

¹²Stand not aloof from me; for affliction is near; for there is no helper.

¹³Many bullocks have compassed me: fat bulls have beset me round.