On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.
They have gaped on me with their mouth. They have struck me on the cheek reproachfully. They gather themselves together against me.
His troops come on together, build a siege ramp against me, and encamp around my tent.
Even young children despise me. If I arise, they speak against me.
The people will be oppressed, everyone by another, and everyone by his neighbor. The child will behave himself proudly against the old man, and the base against the honorable.