Bear with me as I speak, and after I have spoken, mock on.
Surely mockers are with me, my eyes must gaze on their hostility.
People open their mouths against me; they strike my cheek in contempt; they unite together against me.
My intercessor is my friend; as my eyes pour out tears to God;
Be silent and let me speak; then let come to me what may.
Would it turn out well if He examined you? Could you deceive Him as you deceive a man?
Will your idle talk silence men and will no one rebuke you when you mock?
“Listen carefully to my words; let this be your consolation.
Look, you have all seen this yourselves. Why then this meaningless talk?
