27. If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;’
28. I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that you will not hold me innocent.
29. I shall be condemned. Why then do I labor in vain?
30. If I wash myself with snow, and cleanse my hands with lye,
31. yet you will plunge me in the ditch. My own clothes shall abhor me.
32. For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, that we should come together in judgment.
33. There is no umpire between us, that might lay his hand on us both.