26 They have passed on with ships of reed, As an eagle darteth on food.
27 Though I say, 'I forget my talking, I forsake my corner, and I brighten up!'
28 I have been afraid of all my griefs, I have known that Thou dost not acquit me.
29 I -- I am become wicked; why 'is' this? 'In' vain I labour.
30 If I have washed myself with snow-water, And purified with soap my hands,
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