Job 31:22–26

then let my shoulder blade fall from my shoulder,

and let my arm be broken from its socket.

For I was in terror of calamity from God,

and I could not have faced his majesty.

“If I have made gold my trust

or called fine gold my confidence,

if I have rejoiced because my wealth was abundant

or because my hand had found much,

if I have looked at the sun when it shone,

or the moon moving in splendor,

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.

“If I have put my trust in gold

or said to pure gold, ‘You are my security,’

if I have rejoiced over my great wealth,

the fortune my hands had gained,

if I have regarded the sun in its radiance

or the moon moving in splendor,

then let my shoulder blade fall from my back,

and my arm be pulled from its socket.

For disaster from God terrifies me,

and because of his majesty I could not do these things.

If I placed my confidence in gold

or called fine gold my trust,

if I have rejoiced because my wealth is great

or because my own hand has acquired so much,

if I have gazed at the sun when it was shining

or at the moon moving in splendor,

then let my shoulder be wrenched out of place!

Let my arm be torn from its socket!

That would be better than facing God’s judgment.

For if the majesty of God opposes me, what hope is there?

“Have I put my trust in money

or felt secure because of my gold?

Have I gloated about my wealth

and all that I own?

“Have I looked at the sun shining in the skies,

or the moon walking down its silver pathway,

then let my shoulder blade fall from my shoulder,

and let my arm be broken from its socket.

Indeed, the disaster from God was a dread for me,

and I was powerless because of his majesty.

“If I have made gold my trust,

or I have called fine gold my security,

if I have rejoiced because my wealth was great

or because my hand found a fortune,

if I looked at the sun when it shone

or at the moon moving in splendor,

Then let mine arm fall from my shoulder blade,

And mine arm be broken from the bone.

For destruction from God was a terror to me,

And by reason of his highness I could not endure.

If I have made gold my hope,

Or have said to the fine gold, Thou art my confidence;

If I rejoiced because my wealth was great,

And because mine hand had gotten much;

If I beheld the sun when it shined,

Or the moon walking in brightness;