25 Now my days are swifter than a post:they flee away, they see no good.
26 They are passed away as the swift ships:as the eagle that hasteth 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 thou wilt not hold me innocent.
29 If I be wicked,why then labor I in vain?
30 If I wash myself with snow water,and make my hands never so clean;
31 yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch,and mine own clothes shall abhor me.