b'But thou didst draw me out of ye womb: thou gavest me hope, even at my mothers breasts.10 I was cast upon thee, even from ye womb: thou art my God from my mothers belly.11 Be not far from me, because trouble is near: for there is none to help me.12 Many young bulls have compassed me: mighty bulls of Bashan have closed me about.13 They gape upon me with their mouths, as a ramping and roaring lion.14 I am like water poured out, and all my bones are out of joint: mine heart is like wax: it is molten in the midst of my bowels.15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws, and thou hast brought me into the dust of death.50'