Psalms 22:9-17

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.

¹⁵My strength is dryed vp like a potsheard, and my tongue cleaueth to my iawes, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹⁶For dogges haue compassed me, and the assemblie of the wicked haue inclosed me: they perced mine hands and my feete.

¹⁷I may tell all my bones: yet they beholde, and looke vpon me.