MSTC(i)
11 O go not far from me then, for trouble is hard at hand, and here is none to help me.
12 Many oxen are come about me; fat bulls of Bashan close me in on every side.
13 They gape upon me with their mouths, as it were a rampaging and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my gums, and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.
16 For many dogs are come about me, the counsel of the wicked layeth siege against me.
17 They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones. They stand staring and looking upon me.
18 They part my garments among them, and cast lots upon my vesture.
19 But be not thou far from me, O LORD; thou art my succor. Haste thee to help me.
20 Deliver my soul from the sword, my darling from the power of the dog.
21 Save me from the lion's mouth, and hear me from among the horns of the unicorns.