Job 9:25-31

Revised Standard Version

²⁵ “My days are swifter than a runner;
    they flee away, they see no good.
²⁶ They go by like skiffs of reed,
    like an eagle swooping on the prey.
²⁷ If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint,
    I will put off my sad countenance, and be of good cheer,’
²⁸ I become afraid of all my suffering,
    for I know thou wilt not hold me innocent.
²⁹ I shall be condemned;
    why then do I labor in vain?
³⁰ If I wash myself with snow,
    and cleanse my hands with lye,
³¹ yet thou wilt plunge me into a pit,
    and my own clothes will abhor me.