23 When the whip kills suddenly, he mocks at the despair of the innocent.
24 The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; he covers the face of its judge— if it is not he, then who is it?
25 “And my days are swifter than a runner; they flee away; they do not see good.
26 They go by like papyrus skiffs, like an eagle swoops down on its prey.
27 Though I say, ‘I will forget my complaint; I will change my expression, and I will rejoice,’
28 I become afraid of all my sufferings; I know that you do not consider me innocent.
29 If I shall be declared guilty, why then should I labor in vain?