36. Surely I would wear it on my shoulder,I would put it on like a crown.
37. I would give him an account of my every step;I would present it to him as to a ruler.) –
38. ‘if my land cries out against meand all its furrows are wet with tears,
39. if I have devoured its yield without paymentor broken the spirit of its tenants,
40. then let briers come up instead of wheatand stinkweed instead of barley.’The words of Job are ended.