How many are my iniquities and sins?
Make me know my disobedience and my sin.
Why do you hide your face, and consider me 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.