Job 9:28 bbe — I go in fear of all my pains; I am certain that I will not be free from sin in your eyes.

My days go quicker than a post-runner: they go in flight, they see no good.

They go rushing on like reed-boats, like an eagle dropping suddenly on its food.

If I say, I will put my grief out of mind, I will let my face be sad no longer and I will be bright;

You will not let me be clear of sin! why then do I take trouble for nothing?

If I am washed with snow water, and make my hands clean with soap;

Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.