24. The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of its judges; if not, where, and who is he?
25. Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
26. They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.
27. If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself: