Surely there are mockers around me, and my eye dwells on their provocation.
My friends scorn me; my eye pours out tears to God,
I am a laughingstock to my friends; I, who called upon God and he answered me, a just and blameless man, I am a laughingstock.
You who live in the shelter of the Most High, who abide in the shadow of the Almighty,
They will abide in prosperity, and their children shall possess the land.
Bear with me, and I will speak; then after I have spoken, mock on.
Will it be well with you when he searches you out? Or can you deceive him as one person deceives another?
Should your babble put others to silence, and when you mock, shall no one shame you?
“He has made me a byword of the peoples, and I am one before whom people spit.
All of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?