I am as one mocked of his neighbour, who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: the just upright man is laughed to scorn.
He hath made me also a byword of the people; and aforetime I was as a tabret.
Though ye have lien among the pots, yet shall ye be as the wings of a dove covered with silver, and her feathers with yellow gold.
I was a derision to all my people; and their song all the day.
Behold their sitting down, and their rising up; I am their musick.