Psalms 22:13

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.

Many bulls have surrounded me.

Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.

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.

For dogs have surrounded me.

A company of evildoers have enclosed me.

They have pierced my hands and feet.