But I am a worm, and no man; a reproach of men, and despised of the people. All they that see me laugh me to scorn: they shoot out the lip, they shake the head, saying, He trusted on the LORD that he would deliver him: let him deliver him, seeing he delighted in him.

Mine enemies reproach me all the day; and they that are mad against me are sworn against me.

His remembrance shall perish from the earth, and he shall have no name in the street.

Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: they which have seen him shall say, Where is he?

The memory of the just is blessed: but the name of the wicked shall rot.