Pity me, pity me, you who are my friends, for the hand of Eloah has struck me.
In context
19All the men of my circle loathe me, and those I loved have turned against me. 20My bones cling to my skin and my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth. 21Pity me, pity me, you who are my friends, for the hand of Eloah has struck me. 22Why do you hunt me down as God does, and never get your fill of my flesh? 23If only my words were written down! If only they were set in a record!
