23. If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.
24. The earth is given into the hand of the wicked: he covereth the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?
25. Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
26. They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle that hasteth to the prey.
27. If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort myself:
28. I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
29. If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
30. If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;