25 Would You frighten a leaf driven to and fro? And would You pursue dry stubble?
26 For You write bitter charges against me, and make me inherit the crookednesses of my youth,
27 and put my feet in the stocks, and look closely to all my paths. You set a limit for the soles of my feet.
28 And he, like that which is rotten, wastes away, as a garment that is moth-eaten.