Psalms 22:8-17

⁸'Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'

⁹For thou art He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.

¹⁰On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou art my God.

¹¹Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.

¹²Many bulls have surrounded me, Mighty ones of Bashan have compassed me,

¹³They have opened against me their mouth, A lion tearing and roaring.

¹⁴As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

¹⁵Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

¹⁶And to the dust of death thou appointest me, For surrounded me have dogs, A company of evil doers have compassed me, Piercing my hands and my feet.

¹⁷I count all my bones — they look expectingly, They look upon me,