13 Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan encircled me.
14 They open wide their mouths against me, like a tearing, roaring lion.
15 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax— melting within my innards.
16 My strength is dried up like a clay pot, my tongue clings to my jaws. You lay me in the dust of death.
17 For dogs have surrounded me. A band of evildoers has closed in on me. They pierced my hands and my feet.
18 I can count all my bones. They stare, they gape at me.
19 They divide my clothes among them, and cast lots for my garment.