Truly, mockeries are with me, and my eye rests on their insults!
My friends are they that scorn me; my eyes pour out tears to Eloah.
I have become a laughing-stock to my friends – one who has called on Eloah and He answered him! A laughing-stock is the righteous, the perfect one!
He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High, Who abides under the shadow of the Almighty,
His life dwells in good, And his seed inherits the earth.
Bear with me and let me speak, and after I have spoken, keep mocking.
Would it be well when He searches you out? Or could you deceive Him as one deceives a man?
Should your babblings silence men? And should you mock, and no one make you ashamed?
But He has made me a byword of the people, whereas in former times I was as a drum.
See, all of you have seen it. Why then are you altogether vain?