Look at them, sitting or standing, they mock me in their song.
“So now I have become their taunt song; I have become a byword to them.
Whenever I sit down or stand up, You know it. You discern my thinking from afar.
Those who sit at the gate chatter about me, and I am the song of the drunkards.
I have become a laughing stock to all my people, their song all day long.