11. I was a scorn to all my foes,and to my friends a fear;And specially reproach'd of thosethat were my neighbours near:When they me saw they from me fled.
12. Ev'n so I am forgot,As men are out of mind when dead:I'm like a broken pot.
13. For slanders I of many heard;fear compass'd me, while theyAgainst me did consult, and plotto take my life away.