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Don`t be far from me, for trouble is near. For there is none to help.
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Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
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They open their mouths wide against me, Lions tearing prey and roaring.
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I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
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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.
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For dogs have surrounded me. A company of evil-doers have enclosed me. They pierced my hands and my feet.
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I can count all of my bones. They look and stare at me.
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They divide my garments among them. They cast lots for my clothing.
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But don`t be far off, Yahweh. You are my help: hurry to help me.
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Deliver my soul from the sword, My precious life from the power of the dog.
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Save me from the lion`s mouth; Yes, from the horns of the wild oxen you have answered me.