Do not be far from me,1 for trouble is near2 and there is no one to help.312
Many bulls4 surround me;5 strong bulls of Bashan6 encircle me.
Roaring lions7 tearing their prey8 open their mouths wide9 against me.
I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint.10 My heart has turned to wax;11 it has melted away12 within me.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd,13 and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth;14 you lay mea in the dust15 of death.
Dogs16 have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have piercedb17 my hands and my feet.
I can count all my bones; people stare18 and gloat over me.1918
They divide my garments among them and cast lots20 for my clothing.2119
But you, O LORD, be not far off;22 O my Strength,23 come quickly24 to help me.2520
Deliver my life from the sword,26 my precious life27 from the power of the dogs.2821
Rescue me from the mouth of the lions;29 savec me from the horns of the wild oxen.30