37 I would declare to him the number of my steps. As a prince would I go near to him.
38 If my land cries out against me, And the furrows of it weep together;
39 If I have eaten the fruits of it without money, Or have caused the owners of it to lose their life:
40 Let briars grow instead of wheat, And stinkweed instead of barley.' The words of Job are ended.
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