Many bulls have surrounded me; Strong bulls
of Bashan have encircled me.
They open their mouths wide at me, As a ravening and roaring lion.
I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint; My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
My strength is dried up like a piece of pottery, And my tongue clings to my jaws; And You lay me in the dust of death.
For dogs have surrounded me; A band of evildoers has encompassed me; They pierced my hands and my feet.
I can count all my bones. They look, they stare at me;
They divide my garments among them, And they cast lots for my clothing.
But You, LORD, do not be far away; You who are
my help, hurry to my assistance.
Save my soul from the sword, My only life
from the power of the dog.
Save me from the lion’s mouth; From the horns of the wild oxen You answer me.
I will proclaim Your name to my brothers; In the midst of the assembly I will praise You.