Bear with me and let me speak, and after I have spoken, keep mocking.
Should your babblings silence men? And should you mock, and no one make you ashamed?
Be silent before me, and let me speak, and let whatever come upon me!
Would it be well when He searches you out? Or could you deceive Him as one deceives a man?
They open wide their mouths at me, in scorn they have smitten my cheeks, they mass themselves together against me.
My friends are they that scorn me; my eyes pour out tears to Eloah.
Truly, mockeries are with me, and my eye rests on their insults!
“Listen closely to my word, and let this be your comfort.
See, all of you have seen it. Why then are you altogether vain?