¹⁹ All my intimate friends^(A) detest me;^(B)
    those I love have turned against me.^(C)

⁷ Surely, God, you have worn me out;^(A)
    you have devastated my entire household.^(B)

¹¹ Because of all my enemies,^(A)
    I am the utter contempt^(B) of my neighbors^(C)
and an object of dread to my closest friends—
    those who see me on the street flee from me.

¹¹ My friends and companions avoid me because of my wounds;^(A)
    my neighbors stay far away.

⁸ You have taken from me my closest friends^(A)
    and have made me repulsive to them.
I am confined^(B) and cannot escape;^(C)