Coverdale(i)
12 Greate bulles are come aboute me, fatt oxen close me in on euery syde.
13 They gape vpon me with their mouthes, as it were a rampinge and roaringe lyon.
14 I am poured out like water, all my bones are out of ioynt: my hert in the myddest off my body is euen like meltinge waxe.
15 My strength is dried vp like a potsherde, my tunge cleueth to my goomes, and thou hast brought me in to the dust of death.
16 For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.