18 Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
19 All my familiar friends abhor me. They whom I loved have turned against me.
20 My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
21 'Have pity on me, have pity on me, you my friends; For the hand of God has touched me.
22 Why do you persecute me as God, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
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