He has made me a byword to people, I am the one in whose face they spit.

I should have been as though I had never existed; I should have been carried right from the womb to the grave!

Or why was I not buried like a stillborn infant, like infants who have never seen the light?

I am a laughingstock to my friends, I, who called on God and whom he answered – a righteous and blameless man is a laughingstock!