BSB(i)
11 Be not far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.
12 Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.
13 They open their jaws against me like lions that roar and maul.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed. My heart is like wax; it melts away within me.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You lay me in the dust of death.
16 For dogs surround me; a band of evil men encircles me; they have pierced my hands and feet.
17 I can count all my bones; they stare and gloat over me.
18 They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.
19 But You, O LORD, be not far off; O my Strength, come quickly to help me.