12 Many enemies surround me like bulls;they are all round me,like fierce bulls from the land of Bashan.
13 They open their mouths like lions,roaring and tearing at me.
14 My strength is gone,gone like water spilt on the ground.All my bones are out of joint;my heart is like melted wax.
15 My throat is as dry as dust,and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.You have left me for dead in the dust.
16 An evil gang is round me;like a pack of dogs they close in on me;they tear at my hands and feet.
17 All my bones can be seen.My enemies look at me and stare.
18 They gamble for my clothesand divide them among themselves.