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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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25 My days are swifter than a runner.
They fly away without bringing any happiness.
26 They glide by like reed boats,
like an eagle that swoops down on its prey.
27 If I say, “I will forget my complaint.
I will put on a happy face and smile,”
28 even then I dread all my pain,
because I know that you will not acquit me.
29 I have already been declared guilty,
so why should I struggle for nothing.
30 If I wash myself with snow,
if I cleanse my hands with strong soap,
31 then you will plunge me into a cesspool,
and my clothes will detest me.

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