²¹ And why dost thou not pardon my transgression, and take away my iniquity? for now shall I sleep in the dust; and thou shalt seek me in the morning, but I shall not be.

²¹ Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.

¹⁷ My transgression is sealed up in a bag, and thou sewest up mine iniquity.

⁹ I am clean without transgression, I am innocent; neither is there iniquity in me.