19. All my closest friends detest me;and those whom I love have turned against me.
20. My bones stick to my skin and my flesh;I have escaped alive with only the skin of my teeth.
21. Have pity on me, my friends, have pity on me,for the hand of God has struck me.
22. Why do you pursue me like God does?Will you never be satiated with my flesh?
23. “O that my words were written down,O that they were written on a scroll,
24. that with an iron chisel and with leadthey were engraved in a rock forever!