11 Please don’t be far from me,because trouble is nearand there’s no one to help.
12 Many bulls surround me;mighty bulls from Bashan encircle me.
13 They open their mouths at melike a lion ripping and roaring!
14 I’m poured out like water.All my bones have fallen apart.My heart is like wax;it melts inside me.
15 My strength is dried uplike a piece of broken pottery.My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;you’ve set me down in the dirt of death.
16 Dogs surround me;a pack of evil people circle me like a lion—oh, my poor hands and feet!
17 I can count all my bones!Meanwhile, they just stare at me, watching me.