^{25 Ref} A leaf driven away dost Thou terrify? And the dry stubble dost Thou pursue?

^{26 Ref} For Thou writest against me bitter things, And causest me to possess iniquities of my youth:

^{27 Ref} And puttest in the stocks my feet, And observest all my paths, On the roots of my feet Thou settest a print,

^{28 Ref} And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.