Scriptures

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 These outcasts oppose me to my face. They send me sprawling and lay traps in my path.

¹² "On the right hand their brood arises; They thrust aside my feet and build up against me their ways of destruction.

¹² At my right hand the rabble arises; They push away my feet, And they raise against me their ways of destruction.