²⁵     Would You waste Your energy to terrify a windblown leaf,
        or chase down the dry chaff as it tumbles in the breeze?
²⁶     For I see bitter accusations against me written in Your own hand;
        You call me to account for the guilt of my youth.
²⁷     You fasten shackles at my ankles but still keep close watch on where I walk,
        marking the places where my feet may plant themselves.