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.

Among unsettling thoughts from visions in the night,
when deep sleep descends on men,

then You dip me in a pit of mud,
and my own clothes despise me!

He pulls it out of his back,
the flashing tip out of his liver.
Terrors come over him.

In a dream, a vision in the night,
when deep sleep falls on people
as they slumber on their beds,

There is no darkness, no deep darkness,
where evildoers can hide themselves.

He leaves a shining wake behind him;
one would think the deep had gray hair!