Then Job arose, and rent his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground, and worshipped;

So they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.

For affliction cometh not forth from the dust, Neither doth trouble spring out of the ground;

Oh that I might have my request; And that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

Though the root thereof wax old in the earth, And the stock thereof die in the ground;

His archers compass me round about; He cleaveth my reins asunder, and doth not spare; He poureth out my gall upon the ground.

A noose is hid for him in the ground, And a trap for him in the way.

They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation.

Then let my wife grind unto another, And let others bow down upon her.

To satisfy the waste and desolate ground , And to cause the tender grass to spring forth?

He swalloweth the ground with fierceness and rage; Neither believeth he that it is the voice of the trumpet.