Psalms 22:12

But you brought me out of the womb.

You made me trust while at my mother’s breasts.

I was thrown on you from my mother’s womb.

You are my God since my mother bore me.

Don’t be far from me, for trouble is near.

For there is no one to help.

They open their mouths wide against me,

lions tearing prey and roaring.

I am poured out like water.

All my bones are out of joint.

My heart is like wax.

It is melted within me.

My strength is dried up like a potsherd.

My tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth.

You have brought me into the dust of death.