And Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah and struck Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.

In thoughts from the visions of the night, when deep sleep falls upon men,

He discovers deep things out of darkness, and brings the shadow of death to light.

The deep says, It is not in me; and the sea says, It is not in me.

In a dream, a vision of the night, when deep sleep falls on men; while they slumber on the bed;

The waters are hidden like stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.

He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

He makes a path to shine after him; one would think the deep to be gray-headed.