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.

² Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

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

¹⁹ All my inward friends abhorred me: and they whom I loved are turned against me.

²¹ Have pity upon me, have pity upon me, O ye my friends; for the hand of God hath touched me.

³ Suffer me that I may speak; and after that I have spoken, mock on.

30 But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock.

¹⁰ They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face.

¹¹ My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.

²⁰ Reproach hath broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.