25. My days are swifter than a runner;they flee and don’t experience good.
26. They sweep by like ships made of reeds,as an eagle swoops on prey.
27. If I say, "I’ll forget my lament,put on a different face so I can smile,"
28. I’m still afraid of all my suffering;I know that you won’t declare me innocent.
29. I myself am thought guilty;why have I tried so hard in vain?
30. If I wash myself with snow,purify my hands with soap,
31. then you’ll hurl me into a slimy pitso that my clothes detest me.