I have become the ridicule of all my people— Their taunting song all the day.
O Lord, You induced me, and I was persuaded; You are stronger than I, and have prevailed. I am in derision daily; Everyone mocks me.
Look at their sitting down and their rising up; I am their taunting song.
For was not Israel a derision to you? Was he found among thieves? For whenever you speak of him, You shake your head in scorn.
For there those who carried us away captive asked of us a song, And those who plundered us requested mirth, Saying, “Sing us one of the songs of Zion!”
We have become a reproach to our neighbors, A scorn and derision to those who are around us.
You make us a reproach to our neighbors, A scorn and a derision to those all around us.