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.
32 For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, That we should come together in judgment.
33 There is no umpire between us, That might lay his hand on us both.
