20 If his loins have not blessed me, and if he were not warmed with the fleece of my lambs;
21 If I have lifted up my hand against an orphan, because I saw my help in the gate:
22 [Then] let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, and mine arm be broken from the bone!
23 For calamity from ùGod was a terror to me, and by reason of his excellency I was powerless.
24 If I have made gold my hope, or said to the fine gold, My confidence!
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