עַל־יָמִין֮ פִּרְחַ֪ח יָ֫ק֥וּמוּ רַגְלַ֥י שִׁלֵּ֑חוּ וַיָּסֹ֥לּוּ עָ֝לַ֗י אָרְח֥וֹת אֵידָֽם׃
Upon my right hand rise the brood; They entangle my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.
Rashi on Job
On my right on my right, stand “little sprouts” as [with] any other simple person, because I am no longer so esteemed in their sight [that they] subordinate themselves before Me.
Rashi on Job
they push away my feet If the place is crowded, they push me away.
Rashi on Job
and they cast up against me their ways of destruction Any shameful way [i.e., act] that they have to do, they make their way before me or beside me [to perform it] and they have no fear.