Psalm 22:11–18
11 Don’t be far from me, because distress is near
and there’s no one to help.ah
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
peopleB look and stare at me.k
18 They divided my garments among themselves,
and they cast lots for my clothing.l