25 “My days are swifter than a runner;they flee away; they see no good.
26 They go by like skiffs of reed,like an eagle swooping on the prey.
27 If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint,I will put off my sad face, and be of good cheer,’
28 I become afraid of all my suffering,for I know you will not hold me innocent.
29 I shall be condemned;why then do I labor in vain?
30 If I wash myself with snowand cleanse my hands with lye,
31 yet you will plunge me into a pit,and my own clothes will abhor me.