15 The sojourners in my house and my slave women count me as a stranger; I have become a foreigner in their eyes.
16 I call to my servant, but he does not answer; I must personally plead with him.
17 My breath is repulsive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own family.
18 Little boys also despise me; when I rise, then they talk against me.
19 All my intimate friends abhor me, and these whom I have loved have turned against me.
20 My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 “Pity me, pity me, you my friends, for God’s hand has touched me.