18 Even young children despise me; when I stand, they speak against me.
19 All my close friends despise me; those I love have turned against me.
20 My bones cling to my skin and my flesh; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
21 “Have pity on me my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.
22 Why do you pursue me—like God? Are you not satisfied with my flesh?
23 Oh that my words were written, that they were recorded in a scroll
24 that with an iron pen and lead, they were engraved in stone forever!