Psalms 22:11-21

11Don’t be far from me, because distress is near and there’s no one to help.

12Many bulls surround me; strong ones of Bashan encircle me.

13They open their mouths against me — lions, mauling and roaring.

14I am poured out like water, and all my bones are disjointed; my heart is like wax, melting within me.

15My strength is dried up like baked clay; my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth. You put me into the dust of death.

16For dogs have surrounded me; a gang of evildoers has closed in on me; they pierced my hands and my feet.

17I can count all my bones; people look and stare at me.

18They divided my garments among themselves, and they cast lots for my clothing.

19But you, Lord, don’t be far away. My strength, come quickly to help me.

20Rescue my life from the sword, my only life from the power of these dogs.

21Save me from the lion’s mouth, from the horns of wild oxen. You answered me!