At destruction and famine thou shalt laugh, and of the beasts of the earth thou shalt not be afraid.

Shall words of wind have an end? or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?

My face is red with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

They are wet with the showers of the mountains, and for want of a shelter embrace the rock ...

Man putteth an end to the darkness, and exploreth to the utmost limit, the stones of darkness and of the shadow of death.

If I have seen any perishing for want of clothing, or any needy without covering;

And Jehovah blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning; and he had fourteen thousand sheep, and six thousand camels, and a thousand yoke of oxen, and a thousand she-asses.