24. The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covers the faces of its judges; if not he, who then is it?
25. Now my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
26. They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hastens to the prey.
27. If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
28. I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
29. If I am wicked, why then labor I in vain?
30. If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands ever so clean;
31. Yet shall you plunge me in the ditch, and my own clothes shall abhor me.