24 Why do You hide Your face and consider me Your enemy?
25 Will You frighten a windblown leaf and chase after dry chaff?
26 For You write bitter things against me and make me inherit the iniquities of my youth.
27 You put my feet in shackles and watch all my paths; You put marks on the soles of my feet.
28 “So he wastes away like something rotten, like a moth-eaten garment.