24 The earth is given into the hand of the wicked. He covers the faces of the judges of it. If not he, then who is it?
25 "Now my days are swifter than a runner. They flee away, they see no good,
26 They have passed away as the swift ships, As the eagle that swoops on the prey.
27 If I say, `I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;`
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
29 I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
30 If I wash myself with snow, And cleanse my hands with lye,
