What then shall I do when God rises up? When he visits, what shall I answer him?
Didn't he who made me in the womb make him? Didn't one fashion us in the womb?
"If I have withheld the poor from their desire, Or have caused the eyes of the widow to fail,
Or have eaten my morsel alone, And the fatherless has not eaten of it
(No, from my youth he grew up with me as with a father, Her have I guided from my mother's womb);
If I have seen any perish for want of clothing, Or that the needy had no covering;
If his heart hasn't blessed me, If he hasn't been warmed with my sheep's fleece;
If I have lifted up my hand against the fatherless, Because I saw my help in the gate:
Then let my shoulder fall from the shoulder-blade, And my arm be broken from the bone.
For calamity from God is a terror to me, By reason of his majesty I can do nothing.
"If I have made gold my hope, And have said to the fine gold, 'You are my confidence;'