18 Young children can't stand me,and when I come near,they make fun.
19 My best friends and loved oneshave turned from me.
20 I am skin and bones—just barely alive.
21 My friends, I beg you for pity!God has made me his target.
22 Hasn't he already done enough?Why do you join the attack?
23 I wish that my wordscould be written down
24 or chiselled into rock.