17 My wife hath abhorred my breath, and I entreated the children of my womb.
18 Even fools despise me; and when I gone from them, they spoke against me.
19 They that were sometime my counsellors, have abhorred me: and he whom I love most is turned against me.
20 The flesh being consumed. My bone hath cleaved to my skin, and nothing but lips are left about my teeth.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, at least you my friends, because the hand of the Lord hath touched me.
22 Why do you persecute me as God, and glut yourselves with my flesh?
23 Who will grant me that my words may be written? Who will grant me that they may be marked down in a book?