Bear with me, and I speak, And after my speaking--ye may deride.
Thy devices make men keep silent, Thou scornest, and none is causing blushing!
Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him?
They have gaped on me with their mouth, In reproach they have smitten my cheeks, Together against me they set themselves.
My interpreter is my friend, Unto God hath mine eye dropped:
If not--mockeries are with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
Hear ye diligently my word, And this is your consolation.
Lo, ye--all of you--have seen, And why is this--ye are altogether vain?