All the glory of the king's daughter is within in golden borders,
Thou makest us a byword among the heathen, A shaking of the head among the people.
You make us a byword among the nations, a shaking of the heads among the people.
Thou makest us a byword among the nations, A shaking of the head among the peoples.
You’ve made us a bad joke to the nations, something to be laughed at by all peoples.
All the glory of the daughter of its king is inside, in golden fringes,