24 The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; 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:

28 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.

29 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?

30 If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;

31 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.

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24 When a land falls into the hands of the wicked,(A)
    he blindfolds its judges.(B)
    If it is not he, then who is it?(C)

25 “My days are swifter than a runner;(D)
    they fly away without a glimpse of joy.(E)
26 They skim past(F) like boats of papyrus,(G)
    like eagles swooping down on their prey.(H)
27 If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint,(I)
    I will change my expression, and smile,’
28 I still dread(J) all my sufferings,
    for I know you will not hold me innocent.(K)
29 Since I am already found guilty,
    why should I struggle in vain?(L)
30 Even if I washed myself with soap(M)
    and my hands(N) with cleansing powder,(O)
31 you would plunge me into a slime pit(P)
    so that even my clothes would detest me.(Q)

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