24 Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?
25 Wilt thou harass a driven leaf? and wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
26 For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:
27 Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and markest all my paths; thou drawest thee a line about the soles of my feet:
28 Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, like a garment that is moth-eaten.