Suffer me, and I also will speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
Should thy boastings make men hold their peace? And when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed?
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, And let come on me what wilt.
Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him?
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.
My friends scorn me: But mine eye poureth out tears unto God;
Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye abideth in their provocation.
Hear diligently my speech; And let this be your consolations.
Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye become altogether vain?