And be it still my consolation, Yea, let me exult in pain that spareth not, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.
They were put to shame because they had hoped; They came thither, and were confounded.
Return, I pray you, let there be no injustice; Yea, return again, my cause is righteous.
But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
Suffer me, and I also will speak; And after that I have spoken, mock on.
But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
Make us glad according to the days wherein thou hast afflicted us, And the years wherein we have seen evil.