Iron is to him as dry grass, and brass as soft wood.

The son of the bow doth not cause him to flee, Turned by him into stubble are stones of the sling.

He counteth the hammer no better than a straw, he laugheth him to scorn that shaketh the spear.

Under him are sharp points of clay, He spreadeth gold on the mire.

After him he causeth a path to shine, One thinketh the deep to be hoary.

On earth there is nothing like him, one made without fear.

Everything which is high goes in fear of him; he is king over all the sons of pride.

Therefore take unto you now seven bullocks and seven rams, and go to my servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt offering; and my servant Job shall pray for you: for him will I accept: lest I deal with you after your folly, in that you have not spoken of me the thing which is right, like my servant Job.

Then Yahweh returned Job's fortune when he prayed to him on behalf of his friends. Thus Yahweh increased {all that Job had twice as much as before}.

And come unto him do all his brethren, and all his sisters, and all his former acquaintances, and they eat bread with him in his house, and bemoan him, and comfort him concerning all the evil that Jehovah had brought upon him, and they gave to him each one kesitah, and each one ring of gold.

And Jehovah blessed the latter state of Job more than his beginning: and there will be to him fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she-asses.

And there will be to him seven sons and three daughters.