25 Now my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
26 They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hastens to the prey.
27 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
29 If I am wicked, why then labor I in vain?
30 If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands ever so clean;
31 Yet shall you plunge me in the ditch, and my own clothes shall abhor me.