On my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. Context Job's Honor is Turned Into Contempt
1But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, whose fathers I would have disdained to have set with the dogs of my flock. 2Yes, whereto might the strength of their hands profit me, in whom old age was perished? 3For want and famine they were solitary; fleeing into the wilderness in former time desolate and waste. 4Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their meat. 5They were driven forth from among men, (they cried after them as after a thief;) 6To dwell in the cliffs of the valleys, in caves of the earth, and in the rocks. 7Among the bushes they brayed; under the nettles they were gathered together. 8They were children of fools, yes, children of base men: they were viler than the earth. 9And now am I their song, yes, I am their byword. 10They abhor me, they flee far from me, and spare not to spit in my face. 11Because he has loosed my cord, and afflicted me, they have also let loose the bridle before me. 12On my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction. 13They mar my path, they set forward my calamity, they have no helper. 14They came on me as a wide breaking in of waters: in the desolation they rolled themselves on me. Parallel Verses 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.
Douay-Rheims Bible
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.
Darby Bible Translation
At my right hand rise the young brood; they push away my feet, and raise up against me their pernicious ways;
King James Bible
Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.
Young's Literal Translation
On the right hand doth a brood arise, My feet they have cast away, And they raise up against me, Their paths of calamity.
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