11 Be not far from Me,
For trouble is near;
For there is none to help.

12 ^aMany bulls have surrounded Me;
Strong bulls of ^bBashan have encircled Me. ‡

14 I am poured out like water,
^aAnd all My bones are out of joint;
My heart is like wax;
It has melted¹ within Me. ‡

15 ^aMy strength is dried up like a potsherd,
And ^bMy tongue clings to My jaws;
You have brought Me to the dust of death. ‡