Job 9:25-31
25“Now amy days are swifter than a runner;They flee away; bthey do not see good.26“They sweep by like areed boats,Like an beagle that swoops on its food.27“Though I say, ‘I will forget amy musing,I will forsake my sad countenance and be cheerful,’28I am aafraid of all my pains;I know that bYou will not acquit me.29“I am accounted awicked;Why then should I toil in vain?30“If I should awash myself with snowAnd cleanse bmy hands with lye,31Yet You would plunge me into the pit,And my own clothes would abhor me.