I am as one that is a laughing-stock to his neighbor, I who called upon God, and he answered: The just, the perfect man is a laughing-stock.
But he hath made me a byword of the people; And they spit in my face.
When ye lie among the sheepfolds, (It is as) the wings of a dove covered with silver, And her pinions with yellow gold.
I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.
Behold thou their sitting down, and their rising up; I am their song.