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 settest a bound to the soles of my feet:
28. Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.