But He has made me a byword of the people, and I have become one in whose face men spit.

But at my stumbling they gathered themselves together and rejoiced; and before I knew it the attackers gathered themselves against me; they tore at me and were not still;

with the hypocrites, mockers, for a cake, they gnashed at me with their teeth.

You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the head among the peoples.

Those who sit in the gate speak against me, and I am the taunting song of the drunkards.

I was a laughing stock to all my people; their taunting song all the day.

Behold their sitting down and their rising up; I am their taunting song.