⁹ And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.

⁶ But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.

⁶³ Behold thou their sitting down, and their rising up; I am their song.

¹⁴ I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.

¹¹ When I made sackcloth my clothing, I became a byword unto them.

¹² They that sit in the gate talk of me; And `I am' the song of the drunkards.

⁴ I am as one that is a laughing-stock to his neighbor, I who called upon God, and he answered: The just, the perfect man is a laughing-stock.

¹⁵ But in mine adversity they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together: The abjects gathered themselves together against me, and I knew `it' not; They did tear me, and ceased not:

¹⁶ Like the profane mockers in feasts, They gnashed upon me with their teeth.

¹⁴ Thou makest us a byword among the nations, A shaking of the head among the peoples.