27 Thou puttest my feet also in the [a]stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths, and makest the print thereof in the [b]heels of my feet.

28 Such a one consumeth like a rotten thing, and as a garment that is moth-eaten.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 13:27 Thou makest me thy prisoner, and dost so press me that I cannot stir hand nor foot.
  2. Job 13:27 Hebrew, roots.

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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