Treasury of Scripture Knowledge
All the men of mine intimate circle abhor me, and, these whom I loved, have turned against me;
My lovers, and my friends, from before my stroke, stand aloof, - and, my near ones, far away, do stand:
Even the man whom I used to salute, in whom I put confidence, who used to eat my bread, - hath magnified his heel against me!
For it is, not an enemy, that reproacheth me, Or I could bear it, - Not one that hath hated me, who, against me, hath magnified himself, Or I might hide myself from him;
Thou hast far removed from me, lover and friend, Mine acquaintances, are in darkness.
Every one, of his neighbour, beware ye, And in no brother, may ye trust, - For, every brother, supplanteth! And every neighbour, as a tale-bearer, goeth about;
All thy lovers, have forgotten thee, Thyself, do they not seek, - For With the wounding of an enemy, have I wounded thee With the correction of one who is cruel, Because of the abounding of thine iniquity, Because numerous have been thy sins.
Do not trust in a friend, do not put confidence in an associate, - from her that lieth in thy bosom, keep thou the doors of thy mouth;
Not, concerning you all, am I speaking, - for, I, know of whom I made choice; but -- that, the Scripture, might be fulfilled: He that feedeth on my bread, hath lifted up against me, his heel.
Lo! there cometh an hour, and hath come, that ye should be scattered, each, unto his own home; and, me, alone, should leave; - And yet I am not, alone, but, the Father, is, with me!
As the stream
Wherefore hath my pain become perpetual? And my wound, incurable? Refuseth to be healed? Wilt thou, indeed be, to me As a brook that disappointeth, Waters that cannot be trusted?
These are they - who, in your love-feasts, are hidden rocks, as they fare sumptuously together, fearlessly, themselves, shepherding, - clouds without water, by winds swept along, trees autumnal, fruitless, twice dead, uprooted,