On my right hand the rabble rise; they push away my feet; they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Men have gaped at me with their mouth; they have struck me insolently on the cheek; they mass themselves together against me.
His troops come on together; they have cast up their siege ramp[1] against me and encamp around my tent.
Even young children despise me; when I rise they talk against me.
And the people will oppress one another, every one his fellow and every one his neighbor; the youth will be insolent to the elder, and the despised to the honorable.