Job 19:17

My relatives have gone away.

My familiar friends have forgotten me.

Those who dwell in my house and my maids consider me a stranger.

I am an alien in their sight.

I call to my servant, and he gives me no answer.

I beg him with my mouth.

Even young children despise me.

If I arise, they speak against me.

All my familiar friends abhor me.

They whom I loved have turned against me.

My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh.

I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.