12
Many bulls have surrounded me. Strong bulls of Bashan have encircled me.
13
They open their mouths wide against me, Lions tearing prey and roaring.
14
I am poured out like water. All my bones are out of joint. My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.
15
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.