Suffer me, and I also will speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.
My friends scoff at me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God,
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 deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him?
Should thy boastings make men hold their peace? And when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed?
Hear diligently my speech; And let this be your consolations.
Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye become altogether vain?