23. If the scourge kill suddenly, he mocketh at the trial of the innocent.
24. The earth is given over into the hand of the wicked man; he covereth the faces of its judges. If not, who then is it?
25. And my days are swifter than a runner: they flee away, they see no good.
26. They pass by like skiffs of reed; as an eagle that swoops upon the prey.
27. If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my sad countenance, and brighten up,