On my right hand the rabble rise, they drive me forth, they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Men have gaped at me with their mouth, they have struck me insolently upon the cheek, they mass themselves together against me.
His troops come on together; they have cast up siegeworks against me, and encamp round about my tent.
Even young children despise me; when I rise they talk against me.
And the people will oppress one another, every man his fellow and every man his neighbor; the youth will be insolent to the elder, and the base fellow to the honorable.