So Satan went forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to his crown.

Why is light given to him that is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul;

The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.

Therefore I will not restrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

So that my soul chooseth strangling, and death rather than my life.

How long wilt thou not depart from me, nor let me alone till I swallow my spittle?

Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.

If the scourge shall slay suddenly, he will laugh at the trial of the innocent.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all mankind.

Though he shall slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will maintain my own ways before him.

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

I also could speak as ye do: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.

How long will ye vex my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

He shall suck the poison of asps: the viper's tongue shall slay him.

That which he labored for shall he restore, and shall not swallow it: according to his substance shall the restitution be, and he shall not rejoice in it.

And another dieth in the bitterness of his soul, and never eateth with pleasure.

But he is in one mind, and who can turn him? and what his soul desireth, even that he doeth.

Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded crieth out: yet God layeth not folly to them.

As God liveth, who hath taken away my judgment; and the Almighty who hath afflicted my soul;

For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he hath gained, when God taketh away his soul?

Terrors are turned upon me: they pursue my soul as the wind: and my welfare passeth away as a cloud.

And now my soul is poured out upon me; the days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? was not my soul grieved for the poor?

Neither have I suffered my mouth to sin by wishing a curse to his soul.

He keepeth back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.

So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty food.

Yes, his soul draweth near to the grave, and his life to the destroyers.

He will deliver his soul from going into the pit, and his life shall see the light.

To bring back his soul from the pit, to be enlightened with the light of the living.

It is turned as clay to the seal; and they stand as a garment.

His scales are his pride, shut together as with a close seal.