⁷ All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying,

⁸ Deliver me from all my transgressions: make me not the reproach of the foolish.

¹³ Thou makest us a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and a derision to them that are round about us.

⁸ So they shall make their own tongue to fall upon themselves: all that see them shall flee away.

¹⁶ To make their land desolate, and a perpetual hissing; every one that passeth thereby shall be astonished, and wag his head.

²⁷ For was not Israel a derision unto thee? was he found among thieves? for since thou spakest of him, thou skippedst for joy.

¹⁶ For the statutes of Omri are kept, and all the works of the house of Ahab, and ye walk in their counsels; that I should make thee a desolation, and the inhabitants thereof an hissing: therefore ye shall bear the reproach of my people.