Job 19:18

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.

My breath is offensive to my wife.

I am loathsome to the children of my own mother.

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.

“Have pity on me. Have pity on me, you my friends,

for the hand of God has touched me.