YLT(i)
18 (But from my youth He grew up with me as with a father, And from the belly of my mother I am led.)
19 If I see any perishing without clothing, And there is no covering to the needy,
20 If his loins have not blessed me, And from the fleece of my sheep He doth not warm himself,
21 If I have waved at the fatherless my hand, When I see in him the gate of my court,