7 All that me see laugh me to scorn;shoot out the lip do they;They nod and shake their heads at me,and, mocking, thus do say,
8 This man did trust in God, that hewould free him by his might:Let him deliver him, sith hehad in him such delight.
9 But thou art he out of the wombthat didst me safely take;When I was on my mother's breaststhou me to hope didst make.
10 And I was cast upon thy care,ev'n from the womb till now;And from my mother's belly, Lord,my God and guide art thou.
11 Be not far off, for grief is near,and none to help is found.
12 Bulls many compass me, strong bullsof Bashan me surround.
13 Their mouths they open'd wide on me,upon me gape did they,Like to a lion raveningand roaring for his prey.