Rotherham(i)
12 Many bulls have surrounded me, Strong oxen of Bashan, have enclosed me;
13 They have opened wide against me their mouth, A lion rending and roaring.
14 Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones,––My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;
15 Dried as a potsherd, is my strength, And, my tongue, is made to cleave to my gums, And, in the dust of death, wilt thou lay me.
16 For dogs have surrounded me,––An assembly of evil doers, have encircled me, They have pierced my hands and my feet,