25 “Now amy days are swifter than a runner;

They flee away, bthey see no good.

26 “They slip by like areed boats,

Like an beagle that swoops on 1its prey.

27 “Though I say, ‘I will forget amy complaint,

I will leave off my sad countenance and be cheerful,’

28 I am aafraid of all my pains,

I know that bYou will not acquit me.

29 “I am accounted awicked,

Why then should I toil in vain?

30 “If I should awash myself with snow

And cleanse bmy hands with lye,

31 Yet You would plunge me into the pit,

And my own clothes would abhor me.

32 “For aHe is not a man as I am that bI may answer Him,

That we may go to 1court together.

33 “There is no aumpire between us,

Who may lay his hand upon us both.

34 “Let Him aremove His rod from me,

And let not dread of Him terrify me.

35 “Then I awould speak and not fear Him;

But I am not like that in myself.