All that me see laugh me to scorn; shoot out the lip do they; They nod and shake their heads at me, and, mocking, thus do say,
I also am a vile reproach unto them made to be; And they that did upon me look did shake their heads at me.
A by-word also thou dost us among the heathen make; The people, in contempt and spite, at us their heads do shake.
To silence put the lying lips, that grievous things do say, And hard reports, in pride and scorn, on righteous men do lay.