32. No stranger lodged in the street,for I opened my door to wayfarers—
33. Had I, all too human, hidden my sinsand buried my guilt in my bosom
34. Because I feared the great multitudeand the scorn of the clans terrified me—then I should have remained silent, and not come out of doors!
35. Oh, that I had one to hear my case:here is my signature: let the Almighty answer me!Let my accuser write out his indictment!
36. Surely, I should wear it on my shoulderor put it on me like a diadem;
37. Of all my steps I should give him an account;like a prince I should present myself before him.
38. If my land has cried out against metill its furrows wept together;
39. If I have eaten its strength without paymentand grieved the hearts of its tenants;
40. Then let the thorns grow instead of wheatand stinkweed instead of barley!The words of Job are ended.