Surely there are mockers with me. My eye dwells on their provocation.
Should your boastings make men hold their shalom? When you mock, shall no man make you ashamed?
I am like one who is a joke to his neighbor, I, who called on God, and he answered. The just, the blameless man is a joke.
Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceives a man, will you deceive him?
My friends scoff at me. My eyes pour out tears to God,
*But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.
Allow me, and I also will speak; After I have spoken, mock on.
Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?
His soul shall dwell at ease. His seed shall inherit the land.
He who dwells in the secret place of the Elyon will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.