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

Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, Like as a shock of grain cometh in in its season.

He is green before the sun, And his shoots go forth over his garden.

It shall be accomplished before his time, And his branch shall not be green.

He hath stripped me of my glory, And taken the crown from my head.

From out of the populous city men groan, And the soul of the wounded crieth out: Yet God regardeth not the folly.

They are exalted; yet a little while, and they are gone; Yea, they are brought low, they are taken out of the way as all others, And are cut off as the tops of the ears of grain.

Surely I would carry it upon my shoulder; I would bind it unto me as a crown:

The range of the mountains is his pasture, And he searcheth after every green thing.

Wilt thou confide in him, that he will bring home thy seed, And gather the grain of thy threshing-floor?

And he called the name of the first, Jemimah: and the name of the second, Keziah; and the name of the third, Keren-happuch.