Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

The rabble arises at my right; they lay snares for my feet and build siege ramps against me.

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

At [my] right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;