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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 flee away; they see no good.
26 They go by like skiffs of reed,
    like an eagle swooping on the prey.(A)
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 you will not hold me innocent.
29 I shall be condemned;
    why then do I labor in vain?(B)
30 If I wash myself with soap
    and cleanse my hands with lye,(C)
31 yet you will plunge me into filth,
    and my own clothes will abhor me.

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