I am poured out like water,
And all my bones are out of joint;
My heart is like wax;
It is melted within me.

He makes Lebanon skip like a calf,
And Sirion like a young wild ox.

Draw also the spear and the battle-axe to meet those who pursue me;
Say to my soul, “I am your salvation.”

As smoke is driven away, so drive them away;
As wax melts before the fire,
So let the wicked perish before God.

And it will please the Lord better than an ox
Or a young bull with horns and hoofs.

It seems as if one had lifted up
His axe in a forest of trees.

But You have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox;
I have been anointed with fresh oil.

The mountains melted like wax at the presence of the Lord,
At the presence of the Lord of the whole earth.

Thus they exchanged their glory
For the image of an ox that eats grass.