¹² Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

¹² His troops come together, and raise up their way against me, and encamp round about my tabernacle.

⁵ And the people shall be oppressed, every one by another, and every one by his neighbour: the child shall behave himself proudly against the ancient, and the base against the honourable.

⁴ Keep me, O Lord, from the hands of the wicked; preserve me from the violent man; who have purposed to overthrow my goings.

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.

¹⁸ Yea, young children despised me; I arose, and they spake against me.