36 Surely I would carry it on my shoulder,
And bind it on me
like a crown;
37 I would declare to Him the number of my steps;
Like a prince I would approach Him.
38 “If my land cries out against me,
And its furrows weep together;
39 If
aI have eaten its fruit without money,
Or
bcaused its owners to lose their lives;
40 Then let
athistles grow instead of wheat,
And weeds instead of barley.” The words of Job are ended.
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