17 Or have eaten my morsel alone, And the fatherless has not eaten of it
18 (No, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, Her have I guided from my mother`s womb);
19 If I have seen any perish for want of clothing, Or that the needy had no covering;
20 If his heart hasn`t blessed me, If he hasn`t been warmed with my sheep`s fleece;
21 If I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, Because I saw my help in the gate:
22 Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And my arm be broken from the bone.
23 For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
