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?
23. Oh would that my words were written! oh that they were inscribed in a book!
24. That with an iron style and lead they were graven in the rock for ever!
25. And as for me, I know that my Redeemer liveth, and the Last, he shall stand upon the earth;
26. And if after my skin this shall be destroyed, yet from out of my flesh shall I see +God