¹⁵     the guests in my house have forgotten me;
my female servants count me as a stranger;
    I have become an alien in their eyes.^(A)

³¹ if those of my tent ever said,
    ‘O that we might be sated with his flesh!’^[a]—^(A)
32 the stranger has not lodged in the street;
    I have opened my doors to the traveler—^(B)