21 if I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless,when I saw my help in the gate:
22 then let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade,and mine arm be broken from the bone.
23 For destruction from God was a terror to me,and by reason of his highness I could not endure.
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 great,and because mine hand had gotten much;
26 if I beheld the sun when it shined,or the moon walking in brightness;
27 and my heart hath been secretly enticed,or my mouth hath kissed my hand: