28 I'm still afraid of all my suffering; I know that you won't declare me innocent.
29 I myself am thought guilty; why have I tried so hard in vain?
30 If I wash myself with snow, purify my hands with soap,
31 then you'll hurl me into a slimy pit so that my clothes detest me.
32 God is not a man like me—someone I could answer— so that we could come together in court.
33 Oh, that there were a mediator between us; he would lay his hand on both of us,
34 remove his rod from me, so his fury wouldn't frighten me.
35 Then I would speak—unafraid— for I'm not that way.