What you do to the least of these...

But I am a worm, and not human; 

scorned by others, and despised by the people. 

All who see me mock at me; 

they make mouths at me, they shake their heads; 

‘Commit your cause to the Lord; 

let him deliver—let him rescue the one in whom he delights!’ 

Yet it was you who took me from the womb; 

you kept me safe on my mother’s breast. 

On you I was cast from my birth, 

and since my mother bore me you have been my God. 

Do not be far from me, for trouble is near

   and there is no one to help. 

Many bulls encircle me, 

strong bulls of Bashan surround me; 

they open wide their mouths at me, 

like a ravening and roaring lion. 

I am poured out like water, 

and all my bones are out of joint;

my heart is like wax; it is melted within my breast; 

my mouth is dried up like a potsherd, 

and my tongue sticks to my jaws;

   you lay me in the dust of death. 

For dogs are all around me; 

a company of evildoers encircles me.

My hands and feet have shrivelled; 

I can count all my bones.

They stare and gloat over me; 

they divide my clothes among themselves, 

and for my clothing they cast lots. 

But you, O Lord, do not be far away!

O my help, come quickly to my aid!