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27 You put my feet in stocks.
    You examine all my paths.
    You trace all my footprints.
28 I waste away like rotting wood,
    like a moth-eaten coat.

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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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