Psalms 22:9 YLT

⁷  All beholding me do mock at me, They make free with the lip -- shake the head,

⁸  'Roll unto Jehovah, He doth deliver him, He doth deliver him, for he delighted in him.'

⁹  For thou 'art' He bringing me forth from the womb, Causing me to trust, On the breasts of my mother.

¹⁰  On Thee I have been cast from the womb, From the belly of my mother Thou 'art' my God.

¹¹  Be not far from me, For adversity is near, for there is no helper.