24. Why do you hide your face and count me as your enemy?
25. Will you terrify a blown leaf? And will you pursue dry stubble?
26. “Indeed, you write bitter things against me, and you make me reap the iniquities of my childhood.
27. And you put my feet in the block, and you watch all my paths; you carve a mark on the soles of my feet.
28. And he himself wastes away like something rotten, like a garment that the moth has eaten.