Psalms 22:11-21 O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me

Bishops⁽ⁱ⁾ ¹¹ O go not far fro me, for trouble is harde at hande: and there is none to helpe me ¹² Many oxen are come about me: fat [bulles] of Bashan close me in on euery syde ¹³ They gape vpon me with their mouthes: as it were a rampyng and a roryng lion ¹⁴ I am as [it were] into water resolued, and all my bones are out of ioynt: my heart also is like waxe melted in the middest of my bowels ¹⁵ My strength is dried vp like a potsheard, & my tongue cleaueth to my gummes: and thou hast brought me into the dust of death ¹⁶ (22:16a) For dogges are come about me, the assemble of the wicked lay siege agaynst me: they haue pearced my handes and my feete ¹⁷ (22:16b) I may tell all my bones. (22:17a) They stande staring & gasing vpon me ¹⁸ (22:17b) they part my garmentes among them, and they cast lottes vpon my vesture ¹⁹ (22:18) But be not thou farre from me O God: thou art my strength, make haste to helpe me ²⁰ (22:19) Delyuer my soule from the sworde: and my dearlyng from the dogges pawes ²¹ (22:20) Saue me from the Lions mouth: delyuer me from the hornes of the Unicornes