I became the laughingstock of all my people; they mock me in song all day long.
for there our captors asked us for songs, our tormentors demanded songs of joy; they said, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
You have made us a reproach to our neighbors, the scorn and derision of those around us.
We are objects of contempt to our neighbors, of scorn and derision to those around us.
You deceived me, Lord, and I was deceived; you overpowered me and prevailed. I am ridiculed all day long; everyone mocks me.
Was not Israel the object of your ridicule? Was she caught among thieves, that you shake your head in scorn whenever you speak of her?
Look at them! Sitting or standing, they mock me in their songs.