11Be not far from me; for trouble is near; For there is none to help.
12Many bulls have compassed me; Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.
13They gape upon me with their mouth, As a ravening and a roaring lion.
14I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.
16For dogs have compassed me: A company of evil-doers have inclosed me; They pierced my hands and my feet.
17I may count all my bones. They look and stare upon me;
18They part my garments among them, And upon my vesture do they cast lots.