I have become a laughingstock to all my people, their taunt all day long;
For there our captors asked us for the words of a song; Our tormentors, for joy: “Sing for us a song of Zion!”
You sell your people for nothing; you make no profit from their sale.
We have become the reproach of our neighbors, the scorn and derision of those around us.
You seduced me, Lord, and I let myself be seduced; you were too strong for me, and you prevailed. All day long I am an object of laughter; everyone mocks me.
Has Israel not been a laughingstock to you? Was he caught among thieves that you wag your heads whenever you speak of him?
Look! Whether they sit or stand, I am the butt of their taunt.