18:009:021 Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul:  I would
           despise my life.

18:009:022 This is one thing, therefore I said it, He destroyeth the
           perfect and the wicked.

18:009:023 If the scourge slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of
           the innocent.

18:009:024 The earth is given into the hand of the wicked:  he covereth
           the faces of the judges thereof; if not, where, and who is he?

18:009:025 Now my days are swifter than a post:  they flee away, they see
           no good.

18:009:026 They are passed away as the swift ships:  as the eagle that
           hasteth to the prey.

18:009:027 If I say, I will forget my complaint, I will leave off my
           heaviness, and comfort myself: 

18:009:028 I am afraid of all my sorrows, I know that thou wilt not hold
           me innocent.

18:009:029 If I be wicked, why then labour I in vain?

18:009:030 If I wash myself with snow water, and make my hands never so
           clean;

18:009:031 Yet shalt thou plunge me in the ditch, and mine own clothes
           shall abhor me.

18:009:032 For he is not a man, as I am, that I should answer him, and we
           should come together in judgment.

18:009:033 Neither is there any daysman betwixt us, that might lay his
           hand upon us both.

18:009:034 Let him take his rod away from me, and let not his fear
           terrify me: 

18:009:035 Then would I speak, and not fear him; but it is not so with
           me.

18:010:001 My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon
           myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

18:010:002 I will say unto God, Do not condemn me; shew me wherefore thou
           contendest with me.

18:010:003 Is it good unto thee that thou shouldest oppress, that thou
           shouldest despise the work of thine hands, and shine upon the
           counsel of the wicked?

18:010:004 Hast thou eyes of flesh? or seest thou as man seeth?

18:010:005 Are thy days as the days of man? are thy years as man’s days,

18:010:006 That thou enquirest after mine iniquity, and searchest after
           my sin?

18:010:007 Thou knowest that I am not wicked; and there is none that can
           deliver out of thine hand.

18:010:008 Thine hands have made me and fashioned me together round
           about; yet thou dost destroy me.

18:010:009 Remember, I beseech thee, that thou hast made me as the clay;
           and wilt thou bring me into dust again?

18:010:010 Hast thou not poured me out as milk, and curdled me like
           cheese?

18:010:011 Thou hast clothed me with skin and flesh, and hast fenced me
           with bones and sinews.