On my right hand a brood rises; they push away my feet and raise their paths of distress against me.
They have gaped at me with their mouth and with scorn struck my cheek; they gather themselves together against me.
His troops come together and they heap up their way against me; and they camp all around my tent.
Even young boys despise me; I rise, and they speak against me.
And the people shall be oppressed man against man, and a man against his neighbor. The boy will act insolently against the old one, and the one being despised against the one being honored.