8 ‘He trusts in the Lord,’ they say,‘let the Lord rescue him.Let him deliver him,since he delights in him.’
9 Yet you brought me out of the womb;you made me trust in you, even at my mother’s breast.
10 From birth I was cast on you;from my mother’s womb you have been my God.
11 Do not be far from me,for trouble is nearand there is no one to help.
12 Many bulls surround me;strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
13 Roaring lions that tear their preyopen their mouths wide against me.
14 I am poured out like water,and all my bones are out of joint.My heart has turned to wax;it has melted within me.