1. To God I complain that I dwell among a lot all alike:

    they range between a malicious fault-finder and a taunting slanderer.

  2. When they join forces, I plug my ear against them

    with my finger, and twist the corner of my mouth like a delirious babbler.

  3. I care nothing for humiliation reserved especially for me

    at their hands and in their midst, even if they themselves are singled out for honor.

  4. The hen’s foot did not set forth before dawn out of dignity,

    nor was the hawk’s eye sewn shut out of abasement.

Sol 5.6