¹² On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.

¹² Come in do His troops together, And they raise up against me their way, And encamp round about my tent.

¹⁸ Also sucklings have despised me, I rise, and they speak against me.

⁴ Preserve me, Jehovah, from the hands of the wicked, From one of violence Thou keepest me, Who have devised to overthrow my steps.

⁵ The proud hid a snare for me -- and cords, They spread a net by the side of the path, Snares they have set for me. Selah.

⁵ And the people hath exacted -- man upon man, Even a man on his neighbour, Enlarge themselves do the youths against the aged, And the lightly esteemed against the honoured.