[Though] I [were] perfect, [yet] would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.
This [is] one [thing], therefore I said [it], He destroyeth the perfect and the wicked.
If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.
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?
Now my days are swifter than a post: they flee away, they see no good.
They are passed away as the swift ships: as the eagle [that] hasteth to the prey.
If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness, and comfort [myself]:
I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold me innocent.
[If] I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?
If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so clean;
