The earth is given into the hand of the wicked; He covereth the faces of the judges thereof: If it be not he , who then is it?
25Now my days are swifter than a post: They flee away, they see no good,
26They are passed away as the swift ships; As the eagle that swoopeth on the prey.
27If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my'sad countenance, and be of good cheer;
28I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
29I shall be condemned; Why then do I labor in vain?
30If I wash myself with snow water, And make my hands never so clean;
31Yet wilt thou plunge me in the ditch, And mine own clothes shall abhor me.
32For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, That we should come together in judgment.
33There is no umpire betwixt us, That might lay his hand upon us both.
34Let him take his rod away from me, And let not his terror make me afraid:
35Then would I speak, and not fear him; For I am not so in myself.