Did not he who made me in the womb make them? Did not the same one form us both within our mothers?
“If I have denied the desires of the poor or let the eyes of the widow grow weary,
if I have kept my bread to myself, not sharing it with the fatherless—
but from my youth I reared them as a father would, and from my birth I guided the widow—
if I have seen anyone perishing for lack of clothing, or the needy without garments,
and their hearts did not bless me for warming them with the fleece from my sheep,
if I have raised my hand against the fatherless, knowing that I had influence in court,
then let my arm fall from the shoulder, let it be broken off at the joint.
For I dreaded destruction from God, and for fear of his splendor I could not do such things.