24 The earth is given into the hands of the wicked;he covers the faces of its judges.If it is not he, who then is it?
25 My days are swifter than a runner,they flee away; they see no happiness;
26 They shoot by like skiffs of reed,like an eagle swooping upon its prey.
27 If I say: I will forget my complaining,I will lay aside my sadness and be of good cheer,
28 Then I am in dread of all my pains;I know that you will not hold me innocent.
29 It is I who will be accounted guilty;why then should I strive in vain?
30 If I should wash myself with soapand cleanse my hands with lye,