Bulls of Bashan

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me So far from my cries of anguish? I cry out by day, but you do not answer By night, but I find no rest Many bulls surround me Strong bulls of Bashan Encircle me Roaring lions that tear their Prey Open their mouths wide against me Dogs surround me A pack of villains encircles me They pierce my hands and my feet All my bones are on display People stare and gloat over me They divided my clothes among them And cast lots for my garments But you, Lord, do not be far from me You are my strength You are my strength You are my strength You are my strength You are my strength You are my strength You are my strength You are my strength Dogs surround me A pack of villains encircles me They pierce my hands and my feet All my bones are on display People stare and gloat over me They divided my clothes among them and cast lots for my Garments But you, Lord, do not be far from me You are my strength You are my strength You are my strength You are my strength You are my strength