24 Why hide you your face, and hold me for your enemy?
25 Will you break a leaf driven to and fro? and will you pursue the dry stubble?
26 For you write bitter things against me, and make me possess the iniquities of my youth.
27 You put my feet also in the stocks, and watch closely all my paths; you set a bound to the soles of my feet.
28 And he, like a rotten thing, consumes, as a garment that is moth-eaten.