On my right hand the rabble rise up; they send me sprawling and build roads for my ruin.
They have gaped at me with their mouths; they have struck me insolently on the cheek; they mass themselves together against me.
His troops come on together; they have thrown up siegeworks against me and encamp around my tent.
Even young children despise me; when I rise, they talk against me.
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.