My insides feel like unvented wine, like it's about to burst like a new wineskin.

And an arm like God hast thou? And with a voice like Him dost thou thunder?

Who is a man like Job? He drinketh scoffing like water,

I also have a heart like you, I am not fallen more than you, And with whom is there not like these?

Like clay is molded by a signet ring, the earth's hills and valleys then stand out like the colors of a garment.

He regards iron like straw, and hardened bronze like a dead tree.

He causes the deep to boil like water in a pot, and churns the sea like one stirs ointment.

I set an example of the way to live, as a leader would; I lived like a king among his army; like one who comforts mourners."

“My brothers have acted deceitfully like a wadi,
Like the torrents of wadis which vanish,

“They slip by like reed boats,
Like an eagle that swoops on its prey.

‘Did You not pour me out like milk
And curdle me like cheese;

While I am decaying like a rotten thing,
Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

“Like a flower he comes forth and withers.
He also flees like a shadow and does not remain.

“He will drop off his unripe grape like the vine,
And will cast off his flower like the olive tree.

“He flies away like a dream, and they cannot find him;
Even like a vision of the night he is chased away.

“They are exalted a little while, then they are gone;
Moreover, they are brought low and like everything gathered up;
Even like the heads of grain they are cut off.

“His underparts are like sharp potsherds;
He spreads out like a threshing sledge on the mire.

Or that, like an untimely birth hidden away, I had not come into being, like infants that never saw light:

A land of obscurity, like thick darkness, of death-shade and disorder, and which shineth like thick darkness.

Though he heap up silver like, dust, and, like a pile, he prepare clothing,

He hath built, like a moth, his house, - like a hut, which a watcher hath made.

His heart, is hardened like a stone, yea hardened, like the nether millstone;