but no stranger had to spend the night in the street, for my door was always open to the traveler—
if I have concealed my sin as people do,by hiding my guilt in my heart
because I so feared the crowd and so dreaded the contempt of the clans that I kept silent and would not go outside—
(“Oh, that I had someone to hear me! I sign now my defense—let the Almighty answer me; let my accuser put his indictment in writing.
Surely I would wear it on my shoulder, I would put it on like a crown.
I would give him an account of my every step; I would present it to him as to a ruler.)—
“if my land cries out against me and all its furrows are wet with tears,
if I have devoured its yield without payment or broken the spirit of its tenants,
then let briers come up instead of wheat and stinkweed instead of barley.” The words of Job are ended.