The rabble arises at my right; they lay snares for my feet and build siege ramps against me.
His troops advance together; they construct a ramp against me and encamp around my tent.
Even little boys scorn me; when I appear, they deride me.
Guard me, O LORD, from the hands of the wicked. Keep me safe from men of violence who scheme to make me stumble.
The people will oppress one another, man against man, neighbor against neighbor; the young will rise up against the old,