11 Don’t be far from me, because distress is near

and there’s no one to help.ah

12 Many bulls surround me;

strong ones of Bashan encircle me.a

13 They open their mouths against me—

lions, mauling and roaring.b

14 I am poured out like water,c

and all my bones are disjointed;d

my heart is like wax,

melting within me.e

15 My strength is dried up like baked clay;f

my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.g

You put me into the dust of death.h

16 For dogs have surrounded me;i

a gang of evildoers has closed in on me;

they piercedA my hands and my feet.j

17 I can count all my bones;

peopleB look and stare at me.k

18 They divided my garments among themselves,

and they cast lots for my clothing.l