Ezekiel

Then said I unto them, Ye see the distress that we are in, how Jerusalem lieth waste, and the gates thereof are burned with fire: come, and let us build up the wall of Jerusalem, that we be no more a reproach.

Lift up thy feet unto the perpetual desolations; even all that the enemy hath done wickedly in the sanctuary.

O God, how long shall the adversary reproach? shall the enemy blaspheme thy name for ever?

O God, the heathen are come into thine inheritance; thy holy temple have they defiled; they have laid Jerusalem on heaps.

We are become a reproach to our neighbours, a scorn and derision to them that are round about us.