17 My wife can't stand the smell of my breath,and my own brothers won't come near me.
18 Children despise me and laugh when they see me.
19 My closest friends look at me with disgust;those I loved most have turned against me.
20 My skin hangs loose on my bones;I have barely escaped with my life.
21 You are my friends! Take pity on me!The hand of God has struck me down.
22 Why must you persecute me as God does?Haven't you tormented me enough?
23 How I wish that someone would remember my wordsand record them in a book!