21 If I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, when I saw I had help in the gate:
22 Then let my arm fall from my shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from its socket.
23 For destruction from God was a terror to me, and by reason of his majesty I could not endure.
24 If I have made gold my hope, or have said to the fine gold, You are my confidence;
25 If I rejoiced because my wealth was great, and because my hand had gotten much;
26 If I beheld the sun when it shined, or the moon moving in brightness;
27 And my heart has been secretly enticed, or my mouth has kissed my hand: