20. If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,
21. If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in [him] the gate of my court,
22. My shoulder from its blade let fall, And mine arm from the bone be broken.
23. For a dread unto me [is] calamity [from] God, And because of His excellency I am not able.
24. If I have made gold my confidence, And to the pure gold have said, `My trust,'
25. If I rejoice because great [is] my wealth, And because abundance hath my hand found,