The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:
Their mouths are open wide against me; the blows of his bitter words are falling on my face; all of them come together in a mass against me.
His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.
Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.
And the people will be crushed, every one by his neighbour; the young will be full of pride against the old, and those of low position will be lifted up against the noble.