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

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Job wants an arbitrator

25 My days are swifter than a runner;
    they flee and don’t experience good.
26 They sweep by like ships made of reeds,
    as an eagle swoops on prey.
27 If I say, “I’ll forget my lament,
    put on a different face so I can smile,”
28     I’m still afraid of all my suffering;
        I know that you won’t declare me innocent.
29 I myself am thought guilty;
    why have I tried so hard in vain?
30 If I wash myself with snow,
        purify my hands with soap,
31     then you’ll hurl me into a slimy pit
        so that my clothes detest me.

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