ECB(i)
24 Why hide your face and fabricate me for your enemy?
25 Terrify you a dispersed leaf? - pursue the dry stubble?
26 For you inscribe bitternesses against me that I possess the perversities of my youth.
27 You also set my feet in the stocks and guard all my paths; you engrave on the roots of my feet;
28 and as rotteness he wears out as moth eaten clothing.