And now I am their song; yea, I am their byword.
I am a laughing-stock to his friends; who calls on God, and He answers him; the just, the upright one is a mockery;
He has made me also a byword of the peoples; and I am one in whose face they spit.
sons of fools, yea, sons without a name; they have been whipped out of the land.
You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the people.
O Jehovah, You have deceived me, and I was deceived. You are stronger than I, and You have prevailed. I am in derision all the day; everyone laughs at me.
I was a mockery to all my people, 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 song.
