So Satan left the Lord’s presence and infected Job with terrible boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.

For distress does not grow out of the soil,
and trouble does not sprout from the ground.

No doubt you would cast lots for a fatherless child
and negotiate a price to sell your friend.

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.

Will You ever look away from me,
or leave me alone long enough to swallow?

I am disgusted with my life.
I will express my complaint
and speak in the bitterness of my soul.

If its roots grow old in the ground
and its stump starts to die in the soil,

as water wears away stones
and torrents wash away the soil from the land,
so You destroy a man’s hope.

Yet another person dies with a bitter soul,
having never tasted prosperity.

Have I not wept for those who have fallen on hard times?
Has my soul not grieved for the needy?

God spares his soul from the Pit,
his life from crossing the river of death.

so that he detests bread,
and his soul despises his favorite food.

He redeemed my soul from going down to the Pit,
and I will continue to see the light.”

The earth is changed as clay is by a seal;
its hills stand out like the folds of a garment.