17 Or eaten my morsel by myself,
So that the fatherless could not eat of it
18 (But from my youth I reared him as a father,
And from my mother’s womb I guided
1 the widow);
19 If I have seen anyone perish for lack of clothing,
Or any poor
man without covering;
20 If his
1 heart has not
ablessed me,
And
if he was
not warmed with the fleece of my sheep;
21 If I have raised my hand
aagainst the fatherless,
When I saw I had help in the gate;
22 Then let my arm fall from my shoulder,
Let my arm be torn from the socket.
23 For
adestruction
from God
is a terror to me,
And because of His magnificence I cannot endure.
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