And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
I am as one mocked of his neighbor, who calls upon God, and he answers him: the just upright man is laughed to scorn.
He has made me also a byword of the people; and I was as one before whom men spit.
They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the people.
O LORD, you have deceived me, and I was deceived: you are stronger than I, and have prevailed: I am in derision daily, everyone mocks me.
I was a derision to all my people; and their song all the day.
All our enemies have opened their mouths against us.
Behold their sitting down, and their rising up; I am their music.
