24. Earth hath been given Into the hand of the wicked one. The face of its judges he covereth, If not--where, who [is] he?
25. My days have been swifter than a runner, They have fled, they have not seen good,
26. They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.
27. Though I say, `I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
28. I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.