11. I was a reproach among all mine enemies. They
were pleased to have something to throw at me: my mournful estate was music to
them, because they maliciously interpreted it to be a judgment from heaven upon
me. Reproach is little thought of by those who are not called to endure it, but
he who passes under its lash knows how deep it wounds. The best of us may have
the bitterest foes, and be subjected to the most cruel taunts. Butespecially among my neighbors. Those who are nearest can stab the sharpest.
And a fear to mine acquaintance. The more intimate before, the more
distant did they become. Our Lord was denied by Peter, betrayed by Judas, and
forsaken by all in his utmost need. They that did see me without fled fromme. Afraid to be seen in the company of a man so thoroughly despised, those
who once courted his society hastened from him as though he had been infected
with the plague.
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