16 I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer, though I entreat him with my mouth.
17 My breath is strange to my wife, and my supplication to the children of my mother's womb.
18 Even young children despise me; if I arise, they speak against me.
19 All my inward friends abhor me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.
20 My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
21 Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.
22 Why do ye persecute me as God, and are not satisfied with my flesh?