At my right hand a brood rises; they pushed away my feet, and they raise up against me their destructive ways.
They open wide their mouths at me, in scorn they have smitten my cheeks, they mass themselves together against me.
His companies come together, and they cast up their way against me, and encamp all around my tent.
Even young children have scorned me. I rise, and they speak against me.
And the people shall exert pressure, man on man, man on his neighbour; the young rise up against the older, and the lightly esteemed against the highly esteemed.”