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 swoopeth on the prey.
27. If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad countenance, and be of good cheer:
28. I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
29. I shall be condemned; why then do I labour in vain?
30. If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;