24. Why dost thou hide thy face, and hold me for thine enemy?
25. Wilt thou break a leaf driven to and fro? Wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
26. Why dost thou write bitter things against me and make me carry the iniquities of my youth.
27. Thou dost put my feet also in the stocks and look narrowly unto all my paths; thou dost set a print upon the heels of my feet.
28. And man, is as a rotten thing that is being consumed, as a garment that is moth eaten.