Go ahead, break both my arms, cut off all my fingers!
The fear of God has kept me from these things - how else could I ever face him? If Only Someone Would Give Me a Hearing!
"Did I set my heart on making big money or worship at the bank?
Did I boast about my wealth, show off because I was well-off?
Was I ever so awed by the sun's brilliance and moved by the moon's beauty
That I let myself become seduced by them and worshiped them on the sly?
If so, I would deserve the worst of punishments, for I would be betraying God himself.
"Did I ever crow over my enemy's ruin? Or gloat over my rival's bad luck?
No, I never said a word of detraction, never cursed them, even under my breath.
"Didn't those who worked for me say, 'He fed us well. There were always second helpings'?
And no stranger ever had to spend a night in the street; my doors were always open to travelers.