17 My breath is strange to my wife,and I am a stench to the children of my own mother.
18 Even young children despise me;when I rise they talk against me.
19 All my intimate friends abhor me,and those whom I loved have turned against me.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh,and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 Have mercy on me, have mercy on me, O you my friends,for the hand of God has touched me!
22 Why do you, like God, pursue me?Why are you not satisfied with my flesh?
23 “Oh that my words were written!Oh that they were inscribed in a book!