Thou mak'st us a reproach to be unto our neighbours near; Derision and a scorn to them that round about us are.
Thou makest us a strife unto our neighbours round about; Our enemies among themselves at us do laugh and flout.
Unto our neighbours a reproach most base become are we; A scorn and laughingstock to them that round about us be.
Wherewith thy raging enemies reproach'd, O Lord, think on; Wherewith they have reproach'd the steps of thine anointed one.
He to all passers-by a spoil, to neighbours is a scorn.