¹² Be not far from me!
For trouble is near—
    there is no one to help.

¹³ Many bulls have surrounded me.
Strong bulls of Bashan encircled me.

¹⁶ My strength is dried up like a clay pot,
my tongue clings to my jaws.
You lay me in the dust of death.

¹⁸ I can count all my bones.
They stare, they gape at me.