21. if I have lifted my hand against the orphans,when I saw that I had help in the city gate—
22. may my arm fall from my shoulder,my forearm be broken at the elbow—
23. for God’s calamity is terror to me;I couldn’t endure his splendor.
24. If I’ve made gold my trust,said to fine gold: "My security!"
25. if I’ve rejoiced because my wealth was great,when my hand found plenty;