Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on.
Should your lies make men hold their peace? and when you mock, shall no man make you ashamed?
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.
Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocks another, do you so mock him?
They have gaped on me with their mouth; they have smitten me on the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
My friends scorn me: but my eye pours out tears to God.
Are there not mockers with me? and does not my eye continue in their provocation?
Hear diligently my speech, and let this be your consolations.
Behold, all you yourselves have seen it; why then are you thus altogether vain?