Are there not mockers with me? And doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
I am as one mocked of his neighbour, Who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: The just upright man is laughed to scorn.
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
His soul shall dwell at ease; And his seed shall inherit the earth.
Suffer me that I may speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?
Should thy lies make men hold their peace? And when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed?
He hath made me also a byword of the people; And aforetime I was as a tabret.
Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye thus altogether vain?