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.

The bludgeon was reckoned to him for stubble: and he will laugh at the shaking of the javelin.

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.

"There's nothing like him on earth; he was created without the ability to fear.

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

So take seven bulls and seven rams and bring them to my servant Job. And bring a whole burnt offering for yourselves and my servant Job will pray for you. I'll encourage him by not responding as your disgraceful folly deserves, since you didn't speak about me correctly as did 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.