Psalm 89:41

Psalms of David in Metre 1650 (Scottish Psalter)

He to all passers-by a spoil, to neighbours is a scorn.

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Unto our neighbours a reproach most base become are we; A scorn and laughingstock to them that round about us be.

The boar who from the forest comes doth waste it at his pleasure; The wild beast of the field also devours it out of measure.

How long, Lord, shall the enemy thus in reproach exclaim? And shall the adversary thus always blaspheme thy name?