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Psalm 22:9-11

9-11And to think you were midwife at my birth,

setting me at my mother's breasts!

When I left the womb you cradled me;

since the moment of birth you've been my God.

Then you moved far away

and trouble moved in next door.

I need a neighbor.

12-13Herds of bulls come at me,

the raging bulls stampede,

Horns lowered, nostrils flaring,

like a herd of buffalo on the move.