12 Many bulls have encompassed me; Bashan's strong ones have beset me round. 13 They gape upon me with their mouth, [as] a ravening and a roaring lion. 14 I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is become like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.
To win Thy bride what depths of woe were Thine,
Scorned and betrayed, beset by powers malign!
Thy piercèd hands, Thy riven side revealed
The strength of love that by Thy death was sealed.