7All they that see me, haue me in derision: they make a mowe and nod the head, saying,
8He trusted in the Lord, let him deliuer him: let him saue him, seeing he loueth him.
9But thou didest draw me out of ye wombe: thou gauest me hope, euen at my mothers breasts.
10I was cast vpon thee, euen from ye wombe: thou art my God from my mothers belly.
11Be not farre from me, because trouble is neere: for there is none to helpe me.
12Many yong bulles haue compassed me: mightie bulles of Bashan haue closed me about.