36 which I would then carry on my shoulder and wrap around me like a crown?
37 With each of my steps, I would pronounce and offer it, as if to a prince.
38 So, if my land cries out against me, and if its furrows weep with it,
39 if I have used its fruits for nothing but money and have afflicted the souls of its tillers,
40 then, may thistles spring forth for me instead of grain, and thorns instead of barley. (This ended the words of Job.)
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