¹² The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:

¹² His armies come on together, they make their road high against me, and put up their tents round mine.

¹⁸ Even young children have no respect for me; when I get up their backs are turned on me.

⁴ O Lord, take me out of the hands of sinners; keep me safe from the violent man: for they are designing my downfall.

⁵ The men of pride have put secret cords for my feet; stretching nets in my way, so that they may take me with their tricks. (Selah.)

⁵ And the people will be crushed, every one by his neighbour; the young will be full of pride against the old, and those of low position will be lifted up against the noble.