Psalm 22:11–18

11 aBe not far from me, for 1trouble is near;

For there is bnone to help.

12 Many abulls have surrounded me;

Strong bulls of bBashan have encircled me.

13 They aopen wide their mouth at me,

As a ravening and a roaring blion.

14 I am apoured out like water,

And all my bbones are out of joint;

My cheart is like wax;

It is melted within 1me.

15 My astrength is dried up like a potsherd,

And bmy tongue cleaves to my jaws;

And You clay me 1in the dust of death.

16 For adogs have surrounded me;

1A band of evildoers has encompassed me;

2They bpierced my hands and my feet.

17 I can count all my bones.

aThey look, they stare at me;

18 They adivide my garments among them,

And for my clothing they cast lots.