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

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.

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

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 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.

You deceived me, Lord, and I was deceived. You seized me and prevailed. I am a laughingstock all the time; everyone ridicules me.

When they sit and when they rise, look, I am mocked by their songs.

But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by people.Everyone who sees me mocks me; they sneer and shake their heads:

Those who passed by were yelling insults at Him, shaking their headsand saying,“ The One who would demolish the sanctuary and rebuild it in three days, save Yourself! If You are the Son of God, come down from the cross!”In the same way the chief priests, with the scribes and elders, mocked Him and said,“ He saved others, but He cannot save Himself! He is the King of Israel! Let Him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in Him.He has put His trust in God; let God rescue Him now— if He wants Him! For He said,‘ I am God’s Son.’”In the same way even the criminals who were crucified with Him kept taunting Him.

for our captors there asked us for songs, and our tormentors, for rejoicing:“ Sing us one of the songs of Zion.”

I wore sackcloth as my clothing, and I was a joke to them.Those who sit at the city gate talk about me, and drunkards make up songs about me.

We have become an object of reproach to our neighbors, a source of mockery and ridicule to those around us.

before his colleagues and the powerful men of Samaria, and said,“ What are these pathetic Jews doing? Can they restore it by themselves? Will they offer sacrifices? Will they ever finish it? Can they bring these burnt stones back to life from the mounds of rubble?”Then Tobiah the Ammonite, who was beside him, said,“ Indeed, even if a fox climbed up what they are building, he would break down their stone wall!”Listen, our God, for we are despised. Make their insults return on their own heads and let them be taken as plunder to a land of captivity.

But when I stumbled, they gathered in glee; they gathered against me. Assailants I did not know tore at me and did not stop.With godless mockery they gnashed their teeth at me.

Wasn’t Israel a laughingstock to you? Was he ever found among thieves? For whenever you speak of him you shake your head.”

But now they mock me, men younger than I am, whose fathers I would have refused to put with my sheep dogs.What use to me was the strength of their hands? Their vigor had left them.Emaciated from poverty and hunger, they gnawed the dry land, the desolate wasteland by night.They plucked mallow among the shrubs, and the roots of the broom tree were their food.They were expelled from human society; people shouted at them as if they were thieves.They are living on the slopes of the wadis, among the rocks and in holes in the ground.They bray among the shrubs; they huddle beneath the thistles.Foolish men, without even a name. They were forced to leave the land.Now I am mocked by their songs; I have become an object of scorn to them.

Show us favor, Lord, show us favor, for we’ve had more than enough contempt.We’ve had more than enough scorn from the arrogant and contempt from the proud.

For I think God has displayed us, the apostles, in last place, like men condemned to die: We have become a spectacle to the world and to angels and to men.We are fools for Christ, but you are wise in Christ! We are weak, but you are strong! You are distinguished, but we are dishonored!Up to the present hour we are both hungry and thirsty; we are poorly clothed, roughly treated, homeless;we labor, working with our own hands. When we are reviled, we bless; when we are persecuted, we endure it;when we are slandered, we respond graciously. Even now, we are like the world’s garbage, like the dirt everyone scrapes off their sandals.

You make us an object of reproach to our neighbors, a source of mockery and ridicule to those around us.