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 Many young bulls encircle me; * strong bulls of Bashan surround me.

They open wide their jaws at me, * like a ravening and a roaring lion.

I am poured out like water; all my bones are out of joint; * my heart within my breast is melting wax.

My mouth is dried out like a pot&#8209;sherd; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; * and you have laid me in the dust of the grave.

Packs of dogs close me in, and gangs of evildoers circle around me; * they pierce my hands and my feet; I can count all my bones.

They stare and gloat over me; * they divide my garments among them; they cast lots for my clothing.

Be not far away, O ; * you are my strength; hasten to help me.

Save me from the sword, * my life from the power of the dog.

Save me from the lion’s mouth, * my wretched body from the horns of wild bulls.

I will declare your Name to my brethren; * in the midst of the congregation I will praise you.

Praise the, you that fear him; * stand in awe of him, O offspring of Israel; all you of Jacob’s line, give glory.