¹² Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

¹² His troops come on together, And cast up their way against me, And encamp round about my tent.

¹⁸ Even young children despise me; If I arise, they speak against me.

⁴ Keep me, O Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked; Preserve me from the violent man: Who have purposed to thrust aside my steps.

⁵ The proud have hid a snare for me, and cords; They have spread a net by the wayside; They have set gins for me. Selah

⁵ And the people shall be oppressed, every one by another, and every one by his neighbor: the child shall behave himself proudly against the old man, and the base against the honorable.