24 If the land falls into the hand of the wicked He blindfolds the faces of its judges. If it is not He, then who is it?
25 “My days are swifter than a runner; they flee away without seeing goodness.
26 They slip by like reed boats, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.
27 If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face and be cheerful,’
28 I still dread all my pains, for I know You will not find me innocent.
29 If I am condemned— why should I struggle in vain?
30 If I wash myself with melted snow and cleanse my hands with lye,