25. "Now my days are swifter than a runner; They flee away, they see no good.
26. "They slip by like reed boats, Like an eagle that swoops on its prey.
27. "Though I say, 'I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my sad countenance and be cheerful,'
28. I am afraid of all my pains, I know that You will not acquit me.
29. "I am accounted wicked, Why then should I toil in vain?
30. "If I should wash myself with snow And cleanse my hands with lye,
31. Yet You would plunge me into the pit, And my own clothes would abhor me.