19. All my close friends hate me;even those I love have turned against me.
20. I am nothing but skin and bones;I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21. Pity me, my friends, pity me,because the hand of God has hit me.
22. Why do you chase me as God does?Haven’t you hurt me enough?
23. “How I wish my words were written down,written on a scroll.