American Standard Version
"Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction. "
— Job 30:12, American Standard Version
“Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.”
“On my right hand rise the rabble. They thrust aside my feet, They cast up against me their ways of destruction.”
“On my right the young rabble rise up; they drive me from place to place, and build up siege ramps against me.”
“At the right hand of my rising, my calamities forthwith arose: they have overthrown my feet, and have overwhelmed me with their paths as with waves.”
“The lines of his men of war put themselves in order, and make high their ways of destruction against me:”
“Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.”
And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them.
They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.
For he hath loosed his cord, and afflicted me; And they have cast off the bridle before me.
Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
They mar my path, They set forward my calamity, Even men that have no helper.
As through a wide breach they come: In the midst of the ruin they roll themselves upon me.
Terrors are turned upon me; They chase mine honor as the wind; And my welfare is passed away as a cloud.