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27 You put my feet in the stocks,
    and watch all my paths;
    you set a bound to the soles of my feet.
28 One wastes away like a rotten thing,
    like a garment that is moth-eaten.

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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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