And now am I their song, Yea, I am their byword.
Behold their sitting down, and their rising up; I am their musick.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; And aforetime I was as a tabret.
I was a derision to all my people; And their song all the day.
Thou makest us a byword among the heathen, A shaking of the head among the people.
I am as one mocked of his neighbour, Who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: The just upright man is laughed to scorn.
They were children of fools, yea, children of base men: They were viler than the earth.
All our enemies Have opened their mouths against us.
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.