12 Many bulls surround me;powerful bulls of Bashan hem me in.
13 They open their mouths to devour melike a roaring lion that rips its prey.
14 My strength drains away like water;all my bones are dislocated;my heart is like wax;it melts away inside me.
15 The roof of my mouth is as dry as a piece of pottery;my tongue sticks to my gums.You set me in the dust of death.
16 Yes, wild dogs surround me – a gang of evil men crowd around me;like a lion they pin my hands and feet.
17 I can count all my bones;my enemies are gloating over me in triumph.
18 They are dividing up my clothes among themselves;they are rolling dice for my garments.