8 All who see me mock me. They curl their lips, shaking their heads:
9 “Rely on Adonai! Let Him deliver him! Let Him rescue him— since he delights in Him!”
10 Yet You brought me out of the womb, made me secure at my mother’s breasts.
11 From the womb I was cast on You— from my mother’s womb You have been my God.
12 Be not far from me! For trouble is near— there is no one to help.
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.