Surely there are mockers with me, and my eye dwells upon their provocation.
My friends scoff at me. My eye pours out tears to God
I am as a man who is a laughing-stock to his neighbor. I who called upon God, and he answered. The just, the perfect man is a laughing-stock.
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
His soul shall dwell at ease, and his seed shall inherit the land.
Allow me, and I also will speak, and after I have spoken, mock on.
Is it good that he should search you out? Or as deceiving a man, will ye deceive him?
Should thy boastings make men hold their peace? And when thou mock, shall no man make thee ashamed?
But he has made me a byword of the people, and they spit in my face.
Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it. Why then have ye become altogether vain?