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 labor in vain?
30. If I wash myself with snow water, And make my hands never so clean;
31. Yet wilt thou plunge me in the ditch, And mine own clothes shall abhor me.