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. ‡

13 ^aThey¹ gape at Me with their mouths,
Like a raging and roaring lion. ‡

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. ‡

16 For dogs have surrounded Me;
The congregation of the wicked has enclosed Me.
^aThey¹ pierced My hands and My feet; ‡

17 I can count all My bones.
^aThey look and stare at Me. ‡

18 ^aThey divide My garments among them,
And for My clothing they cast lots. ‡

19 But You, O Lord, do not be far from Me;
O My Strength, hasten to help Me!