He to all passers-by a spoil, to neighbours is a scorn.
All that pass by the way spoil him: He is a reproach to his neighbours.
All who pass along the road spoil and rob him; he has become the scorn and reproach of his neighbors.
All that pass by the way rob him: He is become a reproach to his neighbors.
All those who pass by plunder him. He’s nothing but a joke to his neighbors.
How long, Lord, shall the enemy thus in reproach exclaim? And shall the adversary thus always blaspheme thy name?
Unto our neighbours a reproach most base become are we; A scorn and laughingstock to them that round about us be.
The boar who from the forest comes doth waste it at his pleasure; The wild beast of the field also devours it out of measure.