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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;(A)
    they fly away without a glimpse of joy.(B)
26 They skim past(C) like boats of papyrus,(D)
    like eagles swooping down on their prey.(E)
27 If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint,(F)
    I will change my expression, and smile,’
28 I still dread(G) all my sufferings,
    for I know you will not hold me innocent.(H)
29 Since I am already found guilty,
    why should I struggle in vain?(I)
30 Even if I washed myself with soap(J)
    and my hands(K) with cleansing powder,(L)
31 you would plunge me into a slime pit(M)
    so that even my clothes would detest me.(N)

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