And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.
I am as one mocked of his neighbor, who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: the just upright man is laughed to scorn.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: they were viler than the earth.
Thou makest us a byword among the heathen, a shaking of the head among the people.
O Lord, thou hast deceived me, and I was deceived: thou art stronger than I, and hast prevailed: I am in derision daily, every one mocketh 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.