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?
23 'Oh that my words were now written! Oh that they were inscribed in a book!
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