I am scorned by all my enemies and despised by my neighbors— even my friends are afraid to come near me. When they see me on the street, they run the other way.
You, too, have given no help. You have seen my calamity, and you are afraid.But why? Have I ever asked you for a gift? Have I begged for anything of yours for myself?Have I asked you to rescue me from my enemies, or to save me from ruthless people?