12 Enemies are all aroundlike a herd of wild bulls.Powerful bulls from Bashanare everywhere.
13 My enemies are like lionsroaring and attackingwith jaws open wide.
14 I have no more strengththan a few drops of water.All my bones are out of joint;my heart is like melted wax.
15 My strength has dried uplike a broken clay pot,and my tongue sticksto the roof of my mouth.You, God, have left meto die in the dust.
16 Brutal enemies attack melike a pack of dogs,tearing at my handsand my feet.
17 I can count all my bones,and my enemies just stareand sneer at me.
18 They took my clothesand gambled for them.