21 If I say I am imperfect, I know not my soul; I would condemn my life.
22 One thing remains, that I say, He consumes the perfect and the wicked.
23 If it is the scourge, it slays suddenly, and it does not laugh at the trial of the innocent.
24 The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; he covers the faces of its judges; if it is not he who does this then, who is it and where is he?
25 Now my days are swifter than a post; they fled away, they never saw good.
26 They are passed away as the ships of Ebeh {Heb. reed} as the eagle that throws himself on the prey.
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness and comfort myself;