then let my shoulder blade fall from my shoulder, and let my arm be broken from its socket.
then let my wife grind for another, and let others bow down upon her.
For I was in terror of calamity from God, and I could not have faced his majesty.
let thorns grow instead of wheat, and foul weeds instead of barley.” The words of Job are ended.
From the wicked their light is withheld, and their uplifted arm is broken.
Let my tongue cleave to the roof of my mouth, if I do not remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my highest joy!