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,
31 Yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
