not to look lustfully at a young woman.
our heritage from the Almighty on high?
disaster for those who do wrong?
and count my every step?
or my foot has hurried after deceit —
and he will know that I am blameless —
if my heart has been led by my eyes,
or if my hands have been defiled,
and may my crops be uprooted.
or if I have lurked at my neighbor’s door,
and may other men sleep with her.
a sin to be judged.
it would have uprooted my harvest.
whether male or female,
when they had a grievance against me,
What will I answer when called to account?
Did not the same one form us both within our mothers?
or let the eyes of the widow grow weary,
not sharing it with the fatherless —
and from my birth I guided the widow —
or the needy without garments,
for warming them with the fleece from my sheep,
knowing that I had influence in court,
let it be broken off at the joint.
and for fear of his splendor I could not do such things.
or said to pure gold, ‘You are my security,’
the fortune my hands had gained,
or the moon moving in splendor,
and my hand offered them a kiss of homage,
for I would have been unfaithful to God on high.
or gloated over the trouble that came to him —
by invoking a curse against their life —
‘Who has not been filled with Job’s meat?’ —
for my door was always open to the traveler —
by hiding my guilt in my heart
and so dreaded the contempt of the clans
that I kept silent and would not go outside —
I sign now my defense — let the Almighty answer me;
let my accuser put his indictment in writing.
I would put it on like a crown.
I would present it to him as to a ruler.) —
and all its furrows are wet with tears,
or broken the spirit of its tenants,
and stinkweed instead of barley.”
The words of Job are ended.