American Standard Version of 1901
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Wherefore hidest thou thy face,And holdest me for thine enemy?
Wilt thou harass a driven leaf?And wilt thou pursue the dry stubble?
For thou writest bitter things against me,And makest me to inherit the iniquities of my youth:
Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks,And markest all my paths;Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet:
{Hebrew: And he is like.}Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth,Like a garment that is moth-eaten.