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He asks the charges and laments pursuit
How many are my iniquities and sins? Make me know my disobedience and my sin.
Why hide you your face, And hold me for your enemy?
Will you harass a driven leaf? Will you pursue the dry stubble?
For you write bitter things against me, And make me inherit the iniquities of my youth:
You also put my feet in the stocks, And mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet:
Though I am decaying like a rotten thing, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.