Psalms 22:8-14

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.

¹³They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as a ramping and roaring lyon.

¹⁴I am like water powred out, and all my bones are out of ioynt: mine heart is like waxe: it is molten in the middes of my bowels.