Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye abideth in their provocation.
My friends scorn me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
I am as one that is a laughing-stock to his neighbour, A man that called upon God, and he answered him: The just, the perfect man is a laughing-stock.
He that dwelleth in the secret place of the Most High Shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty.
His soul shall dwell at ease; And his seed shall inherit the land.
Suffer me, and I also will speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him?
Should thy boastings make men hold their peace? And when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed?
He hath made me also a byword of the people; And I am become an open abhorring.
Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye become altogether vain?