36. I would certainly carry it on my shoulderand place it on my head like a crown.
37. I would tell him the number of my stepsand approach him like a prince.
38. “If my land has cried out against me,and its furrows have wept. . . .
39. If I have eaten its produce without paying for itand made its owners breathe their last,
40. ⌊then⌋ let it grow thistles instead of wheat,and foul-smelling weeds instead of barley.”This is the end of Job’s words.