All my intimate friends abhor me, and those whom I loved have turned against me.
My kinsfolk and my close friends have failed me;
Even young children despise me; when I rise they talk against me.
Such you have now become to me; you see my calamity, and are afraid.
My friends and companions stand aloof from my plague, and my kinsmen stand afar off.
But do thou, O Lord, be gracious to me, and raise me up, that I may requite them!
Even my bosom friend in whom I trusted, who ate of my bread, has lifted his heel against me.
My companion stretched out his hand against his friends, he violated his covenant.
Thou hast caused my companions to shun me; thou hast made me a thing of horror to them. I am shut in so that I cannot escape;
but Jesus said to him, “Judas, would you betray the Son of man with a kiss?”