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.
24 “If I have made gold my trust, or I have called fine gold my security,
25 if I have rejoiced because my wealth was great or because my hand found a fortune,
26 if I looked at the sun when it shone or at the moon moving in splendor,
27 and I was secretly enticed, and my hand threw them a kiss,
28 this also is an iniquity to be judged, for I have deceived God above.