On my right side they rise up like a mob. They lay traps for my feet and prepare to attack me.
People open their mouths to make fun of me and hit my cheeks to insult me. They join together against me.
His armies gather; they prepare to attack me. They camp around my tent.
Even the little boys hate me and talk about me when I leave.
People will be against each other; everyone will be against his neighbor. Young people will not respect older people, and common people will not respect important people.”