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25 “Now my days are swifter than a runner.
    They flee away. They see no good.
26 They have passed away as the swift ships,
    as the eagle that swoops on the prey.
27 If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint,
    I will put off my sad face, and cheer up;’
28 I am afraid of all my sorrows,
    I know that you will not hold me innocent.
29 I will be condemned.
    Why then do I labor in vain?
30 If I wash myself with snow,
    and cleanse my hands with lye,
31 yet you will plunge me in the ditch.
    My own clothes will 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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