let my arm fall from my shoulder, and my arm be broken from the bone.
Let my tongue cleave to my palate, If I do not remember you, If I do not exalt Yerushalayim Above my chief joy.
And their light is withheld from the wrong, and the arm lifted up is broken.
let thistles grow instead of wheat, and useless weed instead of barley.” The words of Iyoḇ
let my wife grind for another, and let others bow down over her.
For I am in dread of destruction from Ě