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Psalm 22:12-13

12-13Herds of bulls come at me,

the raging bulls stampede,

Horns lowered, nostrils flaring,

like a herd of buffalo on the move.

14-15I'm a bucket kicked over and spilled,

every joint in my body has been pulled apart.

My heart is a blob

of melted wax in my gut.

I'm dry as a bone,

my tongue black and swollen.

They have laid me out for burial

in the dirt.