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,
31 then You would plunge me into a pit and my own clothes would detest me.