37 I would tell him the number of my stepsand approach him like a prince.
38 “If my land has cried out against me,and its furrows have wept. . . .
39 If I have eaten its produce without paying for itand made its owners breathe their last,
40 ⌊then⌋ let it grow thistles instead of wheat,and foul-smelling weeds instead of barley.”This is the end of Job’s words.