11Be not far from me; for trouble is near;

For there is none to help.

12Many bulls have compassed me;

Strong bulls of Bashan have beset me round.

13They gape upon me with their mouth,

As a ravening and a roaring lion.

14I am poured out like water,

And all my bones are out of joint:

My heart is like wax;

It is melted within me.

15My strength is dried up like a potsherd;

And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws;

And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

16For dogs have compassed me:

A company of evil-doers have inclosed me;

They pierced my hands and my feet.

17I may count all my bones.

They look and stare upon me;

18They part my garments among them,

And upon my vesture do they cast lots.

19But be not thou far off, O Jehovah:

O thou my succor, haste thee to help me.

20Deliver my soul from the sword,

My darling from the power of the dog.

21Save me from the lion’s mouth;

Yea, from the horns of the wild-oxen thou hast answered me.