17. My breath is strange to my wife, though I entreated for the children’s sake of mine own body.
18. Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.
19. All my inward friends abhorred 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?
23. Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!