4 Our fathers hoped in thee: they trusted in thee, and thou didst
deliver them.
5 They called upon thee, and were holpen: they put their trust in
thee, and were not confounded.
6 But as for me, I am a worm, and no man: a very scorn of men, and
the outcast of the people.
7 All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out their
lips, and shake their heads, saying,
8 He trusted in God, that he would deliver him: let him deliver
him, if he will have him.
9 But thou art he that took me out of my mother's womb: thou wast
my hope, when I hanged yet upon my mother's breasts.
10 I have been left unto thee ever since I was born: thou art my
God, even from my mother's womb.
11 O go not from me, for trouble is hard at hand: and there is
none to help me.
12 Many oxen are come about me: fat bulls of Basan close me in on
every side.
13 They gape upon me with their mouths: as it were a ramping and
a roaring lion.
14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint:
my heart also in the midst of my body is even like melting wax.
15 My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue cleaveth
to my gums: and thou shalt bring me into the dust of death.
16 For many dogs are come about me: and the council of the wicked
layeth siege against me.
17`They pierced my hands and my feet; I may tell all my bones:
they stand staring and looking upon me.