20 if he[a] did not bless me
while warming himself with the fleece from my sheep,
21 if I ever cast my vote[b] against a fatherless child
when I saw that I had support in the city gate,(A)
22 then let my shoulder blade fall from my back,
and my arm be pulled from its socket.

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Footnotes

  1. Job 31:20 Lit his loins
  2. Job 31:21 Lit I raise my hand

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