Job.19.15

The servant girls treat me like a bum off the street, look at me like they've never seen me before.

Job.19.15

My guests and my maidservants count me a stranger; they look upon me as an alien.

Job.19.15

Those who dwell in my house, and my maidservants, Count me as a stranger; I am an alien in their sight.

Job.19.15

The members of my household have forgotten me. The servant girls consider me a stranger. I am like a foreigner to them.