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.
22 Why do you pursue me like God? And are not satisfied with my flesh?
23 “O that my words could be written down! O that they could be inscribed in a scroll!
24 That with a pen of iron and with lead they might be engraved on a rock forever!