And my foot hastens to deception,+
Or my heart has walked merely after my eyes,+
Or any defect has stuck in my own palms,+
And let my own descendants be rooted out.
And I kept lying in wait+ at the very entranceway of my companion,
10 Let my wife do the grinding for another man,
And over her let other men kneel down.+
And among all my produce it would take root.
13 If I used to refuse the judgment of my slave man
Or of my slave girl in their case at law with me,
And when he calls for an accounting, what can I answer him?+
And did not just One proceed to prepare us in the womb?
And the eyes of the widow I would cause to fail,+
17 And I used to eat my morsel by myself,
While the fatherless boy did not eat from it+
18 (For from my youth he grew up with me as with a father,
And from the belly of my mother I kept leading her);
Or that the poor one had no covering;
Nor from the shorn wool+ of my young rams he would warm himself;
When I would see [need of] my assistance in the gate,+
22 Let my own shoulder blade fall from its shoulder,
And let my own arm be broken from its upper bone.
And because my hand had found a lot of things;+
26 If I used to see the light when it would flash forth,
Or the precious moon walking along,+
And my hand proceeded to kiss my mouth,*
28 That too would be an error for [attention by] the justices,
For I should have denied the [true] God above.
Or I felt excited* because evil had found him—
30 And I did not allow my palate to sin
By asking for an oath against his soul.+
31 If the men of my tent did not say,
My doors I kept open to the path.*
By hiding my error in my shirt pocket—
34 Because I would suffer a shock at a large crowd,
Or the contempt itself of families would terrorize me
And I would keep silent, I would not go out of the entrance.
Or that the individual* in the case at law with me had written a document itself!
36 Surely upon my shoulder I would carry it;
I would bind it around me like a grand crown.
38 If against me my own ground would cry for aid,
And together its furrows themselves would weep;
And the soul of its owners I have caused to pant,+
And instead of barley stinking weeds.”
The words of Job have come to an end.