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Job 9:25 - 9:31


25
“Now my days are swifter than a runner;
They flee away; they do not see good.
26
They sweep by like reed boats,
Like an eagle that swoops on its food.
27
Though I say, ‘I will forget my musing,
I will forsake my sad countenance and be cheerful,’
28
I am afraid of all my pains;
I know that You will not acquit me.
29
I am accounted wicked;
Why then should I toil in vain?
30
If I should wash myself with snow
And cleanse my hands with lye,
31
Yet You would plunge me into the pit,
And my own clothes would abhor me.