17. My breath is strange to my wife, and my entreaties to the children of my mother's womb.
18. Even young children despise me; I rise up, and they speak against me.
19. All my intimate friends abhor me, and they whom I loved are turned against me.
20. My bones cleave 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, 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?