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?