25. A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?
26. For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:
27. And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,
28. And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.