28. I’m still afraid of all my suffering;I know that you won’t declare me innocent.
29. I myself am thought guilty;why have I tried so hard in vain?
30. If I wash myself with snow,purify my hands with soap,
31. then you’ll hurl me into a slimy pitso that my clothes detest me.
32. God is not a man like me—someone I could answer—so that we could come together in court.
33. Oh, that there were a mediator between us;he would lay his hand on both of us,
34. remove his rod from me,so his fury wouldn’t frighten me.
35. Then I would speak—unafraid—for I’m not that way.