36 Surely I would carry it on my shoulder;I would bind it on me as a crown;
37 I would give him an account of all my steps;like a prince I would approach him.
38 “If my land has cried out against meand its furrows have wept together,
39 if I have eaten its yield without paymentand made its owners breathe their last,
40 let thorns grow instead of wheat,and foul weeds instead of barley.”The words of Job are ended.