¹⁵ My guests^(A) and my female servants^(B) count me a foreigner;
    they look on me as on a stranger.

³ Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy on us,
    for we have endured no end of contempt.

³¹ if those of my household have never said,
    ‘Who has not been filled with Job’s meat?’^(A)—
³² but no stranger had to spend the night in the street,
    for my door was always open to the traveler^(B)—