then let my shoulder blade fall from my shoulder, and let my arm be broken off at the joint.
then let my wife grind for another and let others sleep with her.
For calamity from God was a terror to me, and because of His majesty, I could do nothing.
then let briars come up instead of wheat, and stinkweed instead of barley.” The words of Job are ended.
And from the wicked their light is withheld, and the upraised arm is broken.
May my tongue cling to the roof of my mouth if I cease to remember you, if I do not set Jerusalem above my chief joy.