17 or have eaten my morsel alone, and the fatherless has not eaten of it
18 (no, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, her I have guided from my mother’s womb);
19 if I have seen any perish for want of clothing, or that the needy had no covering;
20 if his heart hasn’t blessed me, if he hasn’t been warmed with my sheep’s fleece;
21 if I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, because I saw my help in the gate,
22 then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder blade, and my arm be broken from the bone.
23 For calamity from God is a terror to me. Because his majesty, I can do nothing.