11 Be not far from mefor trouble is near,for there is none to help.
12 Many bulls encircle me;strong bulls of Bashan surround me.
13 They open their mouths against me,as a preying and roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water,and all my bones are out of joint;my heart is like wax;it is melted inside my body.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd,and my tongue cleaves to my jaws;and You have set me toward the dust of death.
16 For dogs have encompassed me;the assembly of the wicked has enclosed me;like a lion they pin my hands and my feet;
17 I can count all my bones;they look and stare on me.