But send forth now thy hand and touch upon his bone and upon his flesh, if he will not bless thee to thy face.

For he will cause pain, and he will bind up: he will smite and his hands will heal.

And it will yet be my consolation, and I shall exult in pain: he will not spare; for I hid not the words of of the Holy One.

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul upon him shall mourn.

If I shall speak, my pain will not be held back, and shall I cease, what will go from me?

My bone cleaved to my skin and to my flesh, and I shall escape with the skin of my teeth.

My shoulder shall fall from its shoulder-blade, and mine, arm shall be broken from the bone.

And he was chastened with pain upon his bed, and the multitude of his bones perpetually.