Bear with me, and I will speak, and after I have spoken, mock on.
Surely there are mockers about me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.
Men have gaped at me with their mouth; they have struck me insolently on the cheek; they mass themselves together against me.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
“Let me have silence, and I will speak, and let come on me what may.
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?
“Keep listening to my words, and let this be your comfort.
Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?