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

¹² His troops come on together, Build a siege ramp against me, And encamp around my tent.

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

⁴ Yahweh, keep me from the hands of the wicked. Preserve me from the violent men who have determined to trip my feet.

⁵ The proud have hidden a snare for me, They have spread the cords of a net by the path. They have set traps for me. Selah.

⁵ The people will be oppressed, Everyone by another, And everyone by his neighbor. The child will behave himself proudly against the old man, And the base against the honorable.