if his heart hasn’t blessed me, if he hasn’t been warmed with my sheep’s fleece; if I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, because I saw my help in the gate; then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
For calamity from God is a terror to me.
Because of his majesty, I can do nothing.
“If I have made gold my hope, and have said to the fine gold, ‘You are my confidence;’ If I have rejoiced because my wealth was great, and because my hand had gotten much;