Job 9:32

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.

There is no umpire between us,

that might lay his hand on us both.

Let him take his rod away from me.

Let his terror not make me afraid;

then I would speak, and not fear him,

for I am not so in myself.