Suffer me that I may speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
Are there not mockers with me? And doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; They have gathered themselves together against me.
My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, And let come on me what will.
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?
Hear diligently my speech, And let this be your consolations.
Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye thus altogether vain?