24. Wherefore hidest thou thy face, and holdest me for thine enemy?
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 drawest thee a line about the soles of my feet: