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.

¹² I am forgotten as though I were dead;^(A)
    I have become like broken pottery.

⁹ Even my close friend,^(A)
    someone I trusted,
one who shared my bread,
    has turned^[a] against me.^(B)

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)

¹⁸ You have taken from me friend^(A) and neighbor—
    darkness is my closest friend.