11 Upon you I was thrust from the womb;since my mother bore me you are my God.
12 Do not stay far from me,for trouble is near,and there is no one to help.
13 Many bulls surround me;fierce bulls of Bashan encircle me.
14 They open their mouths against me,lions that rend and roar.
15 Like water my life drains away;all my bones are disjointed.My heart has become like wax,it melts away within me.
16 As dry as a potsherd is my throat;my tongue cleaves to my palate;you lay me in the dust of death.
17 Dogs surround me;a pack of evildoers closes in on me.They have pierced my hands and my feet