Then Job arose, and tore his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped.

And when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and did not recognize him, they lifted up their voice, and wept. And each one tore his robe, and sprinkled dust upon their heads toward heaven.

For there is hope of a tree, if it is cut down, that it will sprout again, and that the tender branch of it will not cease.

He shall shake off his unripe grape as the vine, and shall cast off his flower as the olive tree.

Thou who tear thyself in thine anger, shall the earth be forsaken for thee? Or shall the rock be removed out of its place?

He has broken me down on every side, and I am gone. And he has plucked up my hope like a tree.

The clods of the valley shall be sweet to him. And all men shall draw after him, as there were innumerable before him.

The womb shall forget him. The worm shall feed sweetly on him. He shall be no more remembered. And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

If my heart has been enticed to a woman, and I have laid wait at my neighbor's door,

because I feared the great multitude, and the contempt of families terrified me so that I kept silence, and did not go out of the door--

Can thou draw out leviathan with a fishhook, or press down his tongue with a cord?

None is so fierce that he dare stir him up. Who then is he who can stand before me?