So the accuser went forth from the presence of Yahweh, - and smote Job with a sore boil, from the sole of his foot, unto his crown.

So far as I have seen, They who plow for iniquity and sow misery, reap the same:

Lo! I pray you, I have set forth in order a plea, I know that, I, shall be found right.

His bull, covereth, and causeth not aversion, His cow safely calveth, and casteth not her young;

I would set out, before him, a plea, and, my mouth, would I fill with arguments;

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

But, with the plea of a lawless one, thou art full, Plea and sentence, will take fast hold.

Surely the mountains bring, produce, to him, where, all the wild beasts of the field, do play;

He causeth to boil, as a cauldron, the raging deep, the sea, he maketh like a brewing vessel: