11Be not far from me, for trouble is nigh, and there is none to help.
12I am circled by many bulls, beset by the mighty of Bashan,
13who face me with gaping jaws, like ravening roaring lions.
14Poured out am I like water, and all my bones are loosened. My heart is become like wax, melted within me.
15My palate is dry as a sherd, my tongue sticks to my jaws; in the dust of death you lay me.
16For dogs are round about me, a band of knaves encircles me, gnawing my hands and my feet.
17I can count my bones, every one. As for them, they feast their eyes on me.
18They divide my garments among them, and over my raiment cast lots.
19But you, O Lord, be not far, O my strength, hasten to help me.
20Deliver my life from the sword my life from the power of the dogs.
21Save me from the jaws of the lion, from the horns of the wild oxen help me.
22I will tell of your fame to my kindred, and in the assembly will praise you.