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,

Or [why] was I not hidden like a miscarriage, like infants [who] did not see [the] light?

He shall shake off his unripe grapes like the vine, and shall cast off his blossom like the olive.

My companions are treacherous like a torrent-bed; like a streambed of wadis they flow away,

Like a slave he longs for [the] shadow, and like a laborer he waits for his wages.

They go by like papyrus skiffs, like an eagle swoops down on [its] prey.

He will fly away like a dream, and they will not find him, and he will be chased away like a vision of [the] night.

[How often] are they like straw {before} the wind, and like chaff that [the] storm carries away?

He builds his house like a moth, and like a booth that the keeper makes.

They are exalted a little while, then {they are gone}. And they are brought low; they are cut off like all [others], and like [the] heads of grain they wither away.

"Let my enemy be like [the] wicked and my opponent like [the] unrighteous,

Did you not pour me out like milk and {curdle me} like cheese?

to [the] land of darkness, like [the] darkness of a deep shadow and {chaos}, so that it shines forth like darkness.'"

{I also have insight} like you; I am not more inferior than you. And {who does not know things like these}?

And he himself wastes away like something rotten, like a garment that [the] moth has eaten.

Like a flower he comes up, and he withers away; and he flees like a shadow, but he does not last.

It is changed like clay [under] a seal, and they appear like a garment.

If he heaps up silver like the dust and fashions clothing like the clay,

I chose their way, and I sat [as] head, and I dwelled like a king among the troops, like [one] who comforts mourners.

Are Your days like those of a human,
or Your years like those of a man,

He makes the deep boil like a pot: he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

His bones are like tubes of brass. His limbs are like bars of iron.

His undersides are like sharp potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge.

Terrors are turned loose against me;
they chase my dignity away like the wind,
and my prosperity has passed by like a cloud.