11. Be not far off, for grief is near,and none to help is found.
12. Bulls many compass me, strong bullsof Bashan me surround.
13. Their mouths they open'd wide on me,upon me gape did they,Like to a lion raveningand roaring for his prey.
14. Like water I'm pour'd out, my bonesall out of joint do part:Amidst my bowels, as the wax,so melted is my heart.
15. My strength is like a potsherd dry'd;my tongue it cleaveth fastUnto my jaws; and to the dustof death thou brought me hast.
16. For dogs have compass'd me about:the wicked, that did meetIn their assembly, me inclos'd;they pierc'd my hands and feet.
17. I all my bones may tell; they doupon me look and stare.
18. Upon my vesture lots they cast,and clothes among them share.
19. But be not far, O Lord, my strength;haste to give help to me.
20. From sword my soul, from pow'r of dogsmy darling set thou free.
21. Out of the roaring lion's mouthdo thou me shield and save:For from the horns of unicornsan ear to me thou gave.