25. “My days go by faster than a runner.They fly away without my seeing even a little joy.
26. They glide past like boats made of papyrus plants.My days are like eagles that swoop down on animals they attack.
27. I might say, ‘I will forget my complaint.I will change the look on my face, and smile.’
28. But I will still dread all my suffering.I know you will hold me guilty.