Many enemies are all around me.
They are like strong bulls from the land of Bashan.
They are like roaring lions that tear to pieces what they kill.
They open their mouths wide to attack me.
My strength is like water that is poured out on the ground.
I feel as if my bones aren’t connected.
My heart has turned to wax.
It has melted away inside me.
My mouth is dried up like a piece of broken pottery.
My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.
You bring me down to the edge of the grave.
A group of sinful people has closed in on me.
They are all around me like a pack of dogs.
They have pierced my hands and my feet.
Everyone can see all my bones right through my skin.
People stare at me. They laugh when I suffer.
They divide up my clothes among them.
They cast lots for what I am wearing.
Lord, don’t be so far away from me.
You give me strength. Come quickly to help me.
Save me from being killed by the sword.
Save the only life I have. Save me from the power of those dogs.
Save me from the mouths of those lions.
Save me from the horns of those wild oxen.