24. Wherefore dost thou hide thy face, and countest me for thine enemy?
25. Wilt thou terrify a driven leaf? and wilt thou pursue dry stubble?
26. For thou writest bitter things against me, and makest me to possess the iniquities of my youth;
27. And thou puttest my feet in the stocks, and markest all my paths; thou settest a bound about the soles of my feet; --
28. One who, as a rotten thing consumeth, as a garment that the moth eateth.