The stranger did not lodge in the street; my doors I opened to the roadside.
If after the manner of men I covered my transgressions, by hiding mine iniquity in my bosom--
Because I feared the great multitude, and the most contemptible among families terrified me, so that I kept silence, and went not out of the door.
Oh that I had one to hear me! --Lo, here is my signature, let the Almighty answer me--and that I had the indictment which mine adversary hath written!
Surely I would carry it upon my shoulder; I would bind it unto me as a crown.
I would declare unto him the number of my steps; as a prince would I go near unto him.
If my land cry out against me, and the furrows thereof weep together;
If I have eaten the fruits thereof without money, or have caused the tillers thereof to be disappointed--
Let thistles grow instead of wheat, and noisome weeds instead of barley. The words of Job are ended.