Thomson(i)
14 Mercy hath bidden me adieu. When the superintending care of the Lord overlooked me,
15 my nearest friends did not regard me: like a failing brook, or like a wave of the sea, they passed me by.
16 They who had assiduously paid me court, now made me a slight visit, like snow or hoar frost,
17 which melting at the approach of heat, the place where it was is not known.
18 Thus was I forsaken by all, and being undone, I became an outcast.
19 Take a view of the ways of the Thaimanites, ye who mark out the Sabean tracks!
20 and they who trust in cities and wealth must blush. But now when you have come to me, it is without compassion;