en_tn_condensed/job/30/12.md

General Information:

Job speaks about the mockers treating him cruelly as if they were a mob or an army attacking him.

Upon my right hand rise the rabble

"Gangs of young people attack my strength" or "Mobs attack my honor"

they drive me away

"they force me to run away"

pile up against me their siege mounds

"prepare to attack me like an army that prepares to attack a city". Armies would pile up mounds of dirt along a city's wall in order to climb over the wall.