Job 9:28

“Now my days are swifter than a runner.

They flee away. They see no good.

They have passed away as the swift ships,

as the eagle that swoops on the prey.

If I say, ‘I will forget my complaint,

I will put off my sad face, and cheer up,’

I will be condemned.

Why then do I labor in vain?

If I wash myself with snow,

and cleanse my hands with lye,

yet you will plunge me in the ditch.

My own clothes will abhor me.