21 if I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, even when I saw that they would all help me in the gate;
22 then let my back fall from my shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from its joint.
23 For I feared destruction from God, against whose highness I could have no power.
24 If I have made gold my hope or have said to the fine gold, Thou art my confidence;
25 if I rejoiced because my wealth was being multiplied, and because my hand had gotten much;
26 if I beheld the sun when it shone or the moon walking in beauty;
27 and my heart has been secretly enticed, and my mouth kissed my hand;