24 Why hide you your face, And hold me for your enemy?
25 Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?
26 For you write bitter things against me, And make me inherit the iniquities of my youth:
27 You also put my feet in the stocks, And mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet:
28 Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.
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