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My relatives have failed, And my close friends have forgotten me.
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Those who dwell in my house, and my maidservants, Count me as a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.
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I call my servant, but he gives no answer; I beg him with my mouth.
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My breath is offensive to my wife, And I am repulsive to the children of my own body.
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Even young children despise me; I arise, and they speak against me.
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All my close friends abhor me, And those whom I love have turned against me.
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My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, And I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.
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"Have pity on me, have pity on me, O you my friends, For the hand of God has struck me!
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Why do you persecute me as God does, And are not satisfied with my flesh?
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"Oh, that my words were written! Oh, that they were inscribed in a book!
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That they were engraved on a rock With an iron pen and lead, forever!