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26 You even write bitter things about me,
    make me inherit my youthful indiscretions.
27 You tie up my feet and restrict all actions;
    you stamp marks on the bottom of my feet.

Human destiny

28 Surely a person wastes away like refuse,
    like clothing that a moth eats.

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26 For you write down bitter things against me
    and make me reap the sins of my youth.(A)
27 You fasten my feet in shackles;(B)
    you keep close watch on all my paths(C)
    by putting marks on the soles of my feet.

28 “So man wastes away like something rotten,
    like a garment(D) eaten by moths.(E)

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