All my best friends despise me, and those I love have turned against me.
Even my close friend whom I trusted, the one who shared my bread, has lifted up his heel against me.
In return for my love they accuse me, but I am a man of prayer.
For it is not an enemy who insults me; that I could endure. It is not a foe who rises against me; from him I could hide.
My beloved and friends shun my disease, and my kinsmen stand at a distance.
A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
But Jesus asked him, “Judas, are you betraying the Son of Man with a kiss?”
My companion attacks his friends; he violates his covenant.