18 for from my youth I raised the orphan as a father,and from my mother’s womb I led the widow);
19 if I ever saw someone dying without clothes, the needy naked;
20 if they haven’t blessed me fervently,or if they weren’t warmed by the wool from my sheep;
21 if I have lifted my hand against the orphans,when I saw that I had help in the city gate—
22 may my arm fall from my shoulder,my forearm be broken at the elbow—
23 for God’s calamity is terror to me;I couldn’t endure his splendor.
24 If I’ve made gold my trust,said to fine gold: "My security!"