36. Surely I would carry it on my shoulder;I would bind it on me as a crown;
37. I would give him an account of all my steps;like a prince I would approach him.
38. “If my land has cried out against meand its furrows have wept together,
39. if I have eaten its yield without paymentand made its owners breathe their last,
40. let thorns grow instead of wheat,and foul weeds instead of barley.”The words of Job are ended.