15. The sojourners in my house and my slave women count me as a stranger; I have become a foreigner in their eyes.
16. I call to my servant, but he does not answer; I must personally plead with him.
17. My breath is repulsive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own family.
18. Little boys also despise me; when I rise, then they talk against me.
19. All my intimate friends abhor me, and these whom I have loved have turned against me.
20. My bones cling to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21. “Pity me, pity me, you my friends, for God’s hand has touched me.
22. Why do you pursue me like God? And are not satisfied with my flesh?
23. “O that my words could be written down! O that they could be inscribed in a scroll!