MKJV(i)
11 Be not far from Me; for trouble is near, for there is none to help.
12 Many bulls have circled around Me; strong bulls Of Bashan have surrounded Me.
13 They opened wide their mouths on Me, like a ripping and a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all My bones are spread apart; My heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of My bowels.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and My tongue clings to My jaws;
16 and You have brought Me into the dust of death. For dogs have circled around Me; the band of spoilers have hemmed Me in, piercers of My hands and My feet.
17 I can count all My bones; they look and stare at Me.
18 They divide My garments among them and cast lots for My clothing.
19 But You, O Jehovah, be not far from Me; O My strength, hurry to help Me!
20 Deliver My soul from the sword, My only one from the dog's hand.
21 Save Me from the lion's mouth; from the wild oxen's horns. You have answered Me.