Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?

They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.

My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.

Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?

I am as one mocked of his neighbour, who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: the just upright man is laughed to scorn. He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

Mark well, O Job, hearken unto me: hold thy peace, and I will speak. If thou hast any thing to say, answer me: speak, for I desire to justify thee. If not, hearken unto me: hold thy peace, and I shall teach thee wisdom.

Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.