⁹ "Now I have become their song. Yes, I am a byword to them.

⁶ "But he has made me a byword of the people. They spit in my face.

⁶³ See you 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 to them.

¹² Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.

⁴ I am like one who is a joke to his neighbor, I, who called on God, and he answered. The just, the blameless man is a joke.

¹⁵ But in my adversity, they rejoiced, and gathered themselves together. The attackers gathered themselves together against me, and I didn't know it. They tore at me, and didn't cease.

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

¹⁴ You make us a byword among the nations, A shaking of the head among the peoples.