And Job arose, and tore his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down upon the ground and worshiped.

And they sat down with him upon the ground seven days and seven nights. And no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his grief was very great.

For affliction does not come forth from the dust, nor does trouble spring up out of the ground;

Oh that I might have my desire, and that God would grant the thing that I long for!

But who will grant that God would speak, and open His lips against you,

Who will grant that You would hide me in the grave, that You would keep me secret, until Your wrath is past, that You would set me a fixed time and remember me?

His archers hem me in; He splits my inward parts, and does not spare; He pours out my gall on the ground.

The pitfall is laid for him in the ground, and a trap for him in the way.

They are dried up with want and famine; they who gnaw the dry ground, which was before waste and ruin,

then let my wife grind to another, and let others bow down on her.

to satisfy the desolate and waste ground, and to cause the source of grass to spring forth?

He swallows the ground with quivering and rage; and he does not stand still at the sound of the trumpet.