My shoulder shall fall from its shoulder-blade, and mine, arm shall be broken from the bone.
My wife shall grind for another, and others shall bow down upon her.
For the destruction of God is a terror to me, and from his lifting up I shall not prevail.
The thorn shall come forth, instead of wheat, and the weed instead of barley. The words of Job were completed
And their light shall be withheld from the unjust, and the high arm shall be broken.
My tongue shall cleave to in palate, if I remember thee not; if I bring not up Jerusalem upon the head of my joy.