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27 You put my feet in chains.
    You keep close watch on everywhere I go.
    And you mark the soles of my feet.
28 So man wears out like something rotten.
    He is like clothing that has been eaten by moths.

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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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27 Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly unto all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.

28 And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth eaten.

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