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

²⁵ I became also a reproach unto them: when they looked upon me they shaked their heads.

¹⁵ This is the rejoicing city that dwelt carelessly, that said in her heart, I am, and there is none beside me: how is she become a desolation, a place for beasts to lie down in! every one that passeth by her shall hiss, and wag his hand.

³⁹ And they that passed by reviled him, wagging their heads,