^{25 Ref} Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?

^{26 Ref} For you write bitter things against me, And make me inherit the iniquities of my youth:

^{27 Ref} You also put my feet in the stocks, And mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet:

^{28 Ref} Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.