36 I would surely carry it on my shoulder; I would bind it on me like a crown.
37 I would give him an account of my steps; I would approach him like a noble.
38 If my land has cried out against me, and its furrows have wept together,
39 if I have eaten its yield without payment, or I have caused the breath of its owners to die,
40 let thorns grow in place of wheat and noxious weeds in place of barley.” The words of Job are ended.