Scorned

All they that see Him laugh Him to scorn;
they shoot out their lips,
and shake their heads, saying:
He trusted in God that He would deliver Him;
let Him deliver Him, if He delight in Him.

On me the tempest falls.
It does not make me tremble.
O holy Mother Earth,
O air and sun, behold me.
I am wronged.
Aeschylus