25Would You frighten a windblown leaf?
Would You chase after dry chaff?
26For You record bitter accusations against me
and bequeath to me the iniquities of my youth.
27You put my feet in the stocks
and stand watch over all my paths;
You set a limit
for the soles of my feet.
28So man wastes away like something rotten,
like a moth-eaten garment.
— Job 13:25-28