My own people laugh at me. All day long they sing their mocking songs.

我成了众民的笑话；他们终日以我为歌曲。

我成了全体百姓的笑柄，成了他们终日的歌曲。

我成了全体百姓的笑柄，成了他们终日的歌曲。

我成了万人的笑柄，他们终日唱歌讽刺我。

我成了众民讥笑的对象，他们终日以我为歌嘲讽我（全句或译：“我成了众民的笑柄，他们终日喝颂的讽歌”）。

我成了眾民的笑話；他們終日以我為歌曲。

我成了全體百姓的笑柄，成了他們終日的歌曲。

我成了全體百姓的笑柄，成了他們終日的歌曲。

我成了萬人的笑柄，他們終日唱歌諷刺我。

我成了眾民譏笑的對象，他們終日以我為歌嘲諷我（全句或譯：“我成了眾民的笑柄，他們終日喝頌的諷歌”）。

我成了萬族之民的笑話，和終日唱的歌曲。

我為我民之笑柄、終日以我為歌兮、

人姍笑予、日作歌以譏刺兮。

我民姍笑我、終日詠歌譏刺我、

I became the laughingstock of all my people; they mock me in song all day long.

My people laugh at me all the time. They sing and make fun of me all day long.

I have become the laughingstock of all peoples, the object of their taunts all day long.

I am a laughingstock to all my people, mocked by their songs all day long.

I have become a laughingstock to all my people, Their song of ridicule all the day.

I have become the ridicule of all my people— Their taunting song all the day.

I am become a derision to all my people, and their song all the day.

I am a laughingstock to all my people, mocked by their songs all day long.

I was a derision to all my people;[ and] their song all the day.

I have become the laughingstock of all people, their mocking song all day long.

I have become a derision to all my people, and their song all day long.

O Lord, you misled me, and I allowed myself to be misled. You are stronger than I am, and you overpowered me. Now I am mocked every day; everyone laughs at me.

Look at them! Whether they sit or stand, I am the object of their mocking songs.

But I am a worm and not a man. I am scorned and despised by all!Everyone who sees me mocks me. They sneer and shake their heads, saying,

The people passing by shouted abuse, shaking their heads in mockery.“ Look at you now!” they yelled at him.“ You said you were going to destroy the Temple and rebuild it in three days. Well then, if you are the Son of God, save yourself and come down from the cross!”The leading priests, the teachers of religious law, and the elders also mocked Jesus.“ He saved others,” they scoffed,“ but he can’t save himself! So he is the King of Israel, is he? Let him come down from the cross right now, and we will believe in him!He trusted God, so let God rescue him now if he wants him! For he said,‘ I am the Son of God.’”Even the revolutionaries who were crucified with him ridiculed him in the same way.

For our captors demanded a song from us. Our tormentors insisted on a joyful hymn:“ Sing us one of those songs of Jerusalem!”

When I dress in burlap to show sorrow, they make fun of me.I am the favorite topic of town gossip, and all the drunks sing about me.

We are mocked by our neighbors, an object of scorn and derision to those around us.

saying in front of his friends and the Samarian army officers,“ What does this bunch of poor, feeble Jews think they’re doing? Do they think they can build the wall in a single day by just offering a few sacrifices? Do they actually think they can make something of stones from a rubbish heap— and charred ones at that?”Tobiah the Ammonite, who was standing beside him, remarked,“ That stone wall would collapse if even a fox walked along the top of it!”Then I prayed,“ Hear us, our God, for we are being mocked. May their scoffing fall back on their own heads, and may they themselves become captives in a foreign land!

But they are glad now that I am in trouble; they gleefully join together against me. I am attacked by people I don’t even know; they slander me constantly.They mock me and call me names; they snarl at me.

Did you not ridicule the people of Israel? Were they caught in the company of thieves that you should despise them as you do?

“ But now I am mocked by people younger than I, by young men whose fathers are not worthy to run with my sheepdogs.A lot of good they are to me— those worn out wretches!They are gaunt from poverty and hunger. They claw the dry ground in desolate wastelands.They pluck wild greens from among the bushes and eat from the roots of broom trees.They are driven from human society, and people shout at them as if they were thieves.So now they live in frightening ravines, in caves and among the rocks.They sound like animals howling among the bushes, huddled together beneath the nettles.They are nameless fools, outcasts from society.“ And now they mock me with vulgar songs! They taunt me!

Have mercy on us, Lord, have mercy, for we have had our fill of contempt.We have had more than our fill of the scoffing of the proud and the contempt of the arrogant.

Instead, I sometimes think God has put us apostles on display, like prisoners of war at the end of a victor’s parade, condemned to die. We have become a spectacle to the entire world— to people and angels alike.Our dedication to Christ makes us look like fools, but you claim to be so wise in Christ! We are weak, but you are so powerful! You are honored, but we are ridiculed.Even now we go hungry and thirsty, and we don’t have enough clothes to keep warm. We are often beaten and have no home.We work wearily with our own hands to earn our living. We bless those who curse us. We are patient with those who abuse us.We appeal gently when evil things are said about us. Yet we are treated like the world’s garbage, like everybody’s trash— right up to the present moment.

You let our neighbors mock us. We are an object of scorn and derision to those around us.