17 or I have eaten my morsel alone, and the orphan has not eaten from it
18 (for from my childhood he grew up with me like a father, and from my mother’s womb I guided her),
19 if I have seen the one who perishes because of no clothing or that there is no covering for the poor,
20 if his loins have not blessed me, or by means of my sheep’s fleece he has warmed himself,
21 if I have raised my hand against an orphan because I saw my supporters at the gate,
22 then let my shoulder blade fall from my shoulder, and let my arm be broken from its socket.
23 Indeed, the disaster from God was a dread for me, and I was powerless because of his majesty.