then let my arm fall from the shoulder blade, and let my arm be broken from the elbow.
then let my wife grind to another, and let others bow down on her.
For trouble from God is a terror to me, and I could not do anything because of His highness.
let thorns come forth instead of wheat, and weeds instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.
And from the wicked their light is withheld, and the high arm shall be broken.
If I do not remember you, let my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth; if I do not prefer Jerusalem above my chief joy.