14. My kinsfolk have failed, and my familiar friends have forgotten me.
15. They that dwell in mine house, and my maids, count me for a stranger: I am an alien in their sight.
16. I call unto my servant, and he giveth me no answer, though I entreat him with my mouth.
17. My breath is strange to my wife, and my supplication to the children of my mother's womb.
18. Even young children despise me; if I arise, they speak against me.
19. All my inward friends abhor 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 inscribed in a book!
24. That with an iron pen and lead they were graven in the rock for ever!
25. But I know that my redeemer liveth, and that he shall stand up at the last upon the earth:
26. And after my skin hath been thus destroyed, yet from my flesh shall I see God:
27. Whom I shall see for myself, and mine eyes shall behold, and not another. My reins are consumed within me.
28. If ye say, How we will persecute him! seeing that the root of the matter is found in me;