Even young children despise me; when I rise, they talk against me.
He went up from there to Bethel, and while he was going up on the way, some small boys came out of the city and jeered at him, saying, “Go away, baldhead! Go away, baldhead!”
My breath is repulsive to my wife; I am loathsome to my own family.
All my intimate friends abhor me, and those whom I love have turned against me.
“But now they make sport of me, those who are younger than I, whose fathers I would have disdained to set with the dogs of my flock.
On my right hand the rabble rise up; they send me sprawling and build roads for my ruin.
You sit and speak against your kin; you slander your own mother’s child.
The people will be oppressed, everyone by another and everyone by a neighbor; the youth will be insolent to the elder and the base to the honorable.