When the Philistine looked and saw David, he despised him because he was just a youth, healthy and handsome.

But now they mock me,
men younger than I am,
whose fathers I would have refused to put
with my sheep dogs.

For He has not despised or detested
the torment of the afflicted.
He did not hide His face from him
but listened when he cried to Him for help.

I mourned and fasted,
but it brought me insults.
I wore sackcloth as my clothing,
and I was a joke to them.

God, how long will the enemy mock?
Will the foe insult Your name forever?

Who is it you are mocking?
Who is it you are opening your mouth
and sticking out your tongue at?
Isn’t it you, you rebellious children,
you race of liars,

Like scarecrows in a cucumber patch,
their idols cannot speak.
They must be carried because they cannot walk.
Do not fear them for they can do no harm—
and they cannot do any good.

“Edom will become a desolation. Everyone who passes by her will be horrified and scoff because of all her wounds.