Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
I am a laughingstock to my friends; I, who called to God and he answered me, a just and blameless man, am a laughingstock.
He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High will abide in the shadow of the Almighty.
His soul shall abide in well-being, and his offspring shall inherit the land.
Bear with me, and I will speak, and after I have spoken, mock on.
Will it be well with you when he searches you out? Or can you deceive him, as one deceives a man?
Should your babble silence men, and when you mock, shall no one shame you?
“He has made me a byword of the peoples, and I am one before whom men spit.
Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?