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;
Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.
For [he is] not a man, as I [am, that] I should answer him, [and] we should come together in judgment.
Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, [that] might lay his hand upon us both.
