Are not mockers with me? And does not my eye dwell on their provocation?
My friends scorn me; My eyes pour out tears to God.
“I am one mocked by his friends, Who called on God, and He answered him, The just and blameless who is ridiculed.
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
He himself shall dwell in prosperity, And his descendants shall inherit the earth.
Bear with me that I may speak, And after I have spoken, keep mocking.
Will it be well when He searches you out? Or can you mock Him as one mocks a man?
Should your empty talk make men hold their peace? And when you mock, should no one rebuke you?
“But He has made me a byword of the people, And I have become one in whose face men spit.
Surely all of you have seen it; Why then do you behave with complete nonsense?