20 If his heart hasn't blessed me, If he hasn't been warmed with my sheep's fleece;
21 If I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, Because I saw my help in the gate:
22 Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And my arm be broken from the bone.
23 For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
24 'If I have made gold my hope, And have said to the fine gold, 'You are my confidence;'
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