His anger burns against me; he counts me among his enemies.
His troops advance in force; they build a siege ramp against me and encamp around my tent.
“He has alienated my family from me; my acquaintances are completely estranged from me.
My relatives have gone away; my closest friends have forgotten me.
My guests and my female servants count me a foreigner; they look on me as on a stranger.
I summon my servant, but he does not answer, though I beg him with my own mouth.
My breath is offensive to my wife; I am loathsome to my own family.
Even the little boys scorn me; when I appear, they ridicule me.
All my intimate friends detest me; those I love have turned against me.
I am nothing but skin and bones; I have escaped only by the skin of my teeth.
“Have pity on me, my friends, have pity, for the hand of God has struck me.