On my right a brood rises; they push away my feet and raise up against me the ways of their ruin.
They have gaped on me with their mouth; and have scornfully beaten me on the cheek; they gather themselves against me.
His troops come together and raise up their way against me, and camp around my tent.
Even young children despise me; I arise, and they speak against me.
And the people shall be crushed, every man by another, and every man by his neighbor; the boy shall act proudly against the old man, and the low against the honorable.