36 Surely I would take it upon my shoulder, and bind it as a crown to me.
37 I would declare to him the number of my steps; as a prince would I go near to him.
38 If my land crieth against me, or its furrows likewise complain;
39 If I have eaten the fruits of it without money, or have caused its owners to lose their life:
40 Let thistles grow instead of wheat, and cockle instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.