23 When disaster brings sudden death,He mocks the despair of the innocent.
24 The earth is handed over to the wicked;He blindfolds its judges. If it isn’t He, then who is it?
25 My days fly by faster than a runner; they flee without seeing any good.
26 They sweep by like boats made of papyrus,like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
27 If I said, “I will forget my complaint,change my expression, and smile,”
28 I would still live in terror of all my pains. I know You will not acquit me.
29 Since I will be found guilty, why should I labor in vain?