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27 You tie my feet with chains.
    You watch me carefully wherever I go.
    You put marks on my feet.
28 So my life is slowly disappearing.
    It is like a coat that moths are eating.

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27 You fasten my feet in shackles;(A)
    you keep close watch on all my paths(B)
    by putting marks on the soles of my feet.

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

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