⁹ And now am I their song, yea, I am their byword.

⁶ He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.

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

¹⁴ I was a derision to all my people; and their song all the day.

¹¹ I made sackcloth also my garment; and I became a proverb to them.

¹² They that sit in the gate speak against me; and I was the song of the drunkards.

⁴ I am as one mocked of his neighbour, who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: the just upright man is laughed to scorn.

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

¹⁶ With hypocritical mockers in feasts, they gnashed upon me with their teeth.

¹⁴ Thou makest us a byword among the heathen, a shaking of the head among the people.