⁹ And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword.

⁶ And he set me up for a proverb of the peoples, And a wonder before them I am.

⁶³ Their sitting down, and their rising up, Behold attentively, I `am' their song.

¹⁴ I have been a derision to all my people, Their song all the day.

¹¹ And I make my clothing sackcloth, And I am to them for a simile.

¹² Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.

⁴ A laughter to his friend I am: `He calleth to God, and He answereth him,' A laughter `is' the perfect righteous one.

¹⁵ And -- in my halting they have rejoiced, And have been gathered together, Gathered against me were the smiters, And I have not known, They have rent, and they have not ceased;

¹⁶ With profane ones, mockers in feasts, Gnashing against me their teeth.

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