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

The things that my soul refused to touch are as my sorrowful food.

He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

Doth not the ear try words? and the mouth taste its food?

Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, and lookest narrowly to all my paths; thou settest a print upon the heels of my feet.

Because he covereth his face with his fatness, and maketh collops of fat on his flanks.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walketh upon a snare.

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet.

Yet his food in his bowels is turned, it is the gall of asps within him.

There shall none of his food be left; therefore shall no man look for his goods.

My foot hath held his steps, his way have I kept, and not declined.

Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.

Some remove the landmarks: they violently take away flocks, and their feed.

Behold, as wild asses in the desert, they go forth to their work; rising betimes for a prey: the wilderness yieldeth food for them and for their children.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

The flood breaketh out from the inhabitant: even the waters forgotten by the foot: they are dried up, they have gone away from men.

I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.

Who cut up mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their food.

Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

If I have walked with vanity, or if my foot hath hasted to deceit;

He putteth my feet in the stocks, he marketh all my paths.

So that his life abhorreth bread, and his soul dainty food.

For the ear trieth words, as the mouth tasteth food.

Is it fit to say to a king, Thou art wicked? and to princes, Ye are ungodly?

For by them he judgeth the people; he giveth food in abundance.

Who provideth for the raven his food? when his young ones cry to God, they wander for want of food.

And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, or that the wild beast may break them.

Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.