11 aBe not far from me, for distress is near;
For there is bnone to help.
12 Many abulls have surrounded me;
Strong bulls of bBashan have encircled me.
13 They aopen wide their mouth at me,
As a blion that tears and roars.
14 I am apoured out like water,
And all my bbones are out of joint;
My cheart is like wax;
It is melted within me.