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.