Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; They have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully: They gather themselves together against me.
His troops come on together, and cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.
Even young children despise me; If I arise, they speak against me.
And the people shall be oppressed, every one by another, and every one by his neighbour: the child shall behave himself proudly against the ancient, and the base against the honourable.