7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn; they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying:
8 Commit it to Jehovah--let him rescue him; let him deliver him, because he delighteth in him!
9 But thou art he that took me out of the womb; thou didst make me trust, upon my mother's breasts.
10 I was cast upon thee from the womb; thou art my ·God from my mother's belly.
11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near; for there is none to help.
12 Many bulls have encompassed me; Bashan's strong ones have beset me round.
13 They gape upon me with their mouth, as a ravening and a roaring lion.