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25 “Now my days are swifter than a courier; they flee away, they see no good.

26 They are passed away as the swift ships, as the eagle that hasteneth to the prey.

27 If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my heaviness and comfort myself,’

28 I am afraid of all my sorrows; I know that Thou wilt not hold me innocent.

29 If I be wicked, why then labor I in vain?

30 If I wash myself with snow water and make my hands never so clean,

31 yet shalt Thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes shall abhor me.

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