Thou makest us a byword among the nations, A shaking of the head among the peoples.
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.
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,
All the glory of the king's daughter is within in golden borders,