And Jehovah said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job? for there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and turneth away from evil.

And Jehovah said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job? for there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and turneth away from evil: and he still holdeth fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to destroy him without cause.

For my sighing cometh before I eat, And my groanings are poured out like water.

Thou shalt come to thy grave in a full age, Like as a shock of grain cometh in in its season.

Is there not a warfare to man upon earth? And are not his days like the days of a hireling?

How long wilt thou speak these things? And how long'shall the words of thy mouth be like a mighty wind?

Hast thou not poured me out as milk, And curdled me like cheese?

They grope in the dark without light; And he maketh them to stagger like a drunken man.

Though I am like a rotten thing that consumeth, Like a garment that is moth-eaten.

He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down: He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.

How much less one that is abominable and corrupt, A man that drinketh iniquity like water!

He breaketh me with breach upon breach; He runneth upon me like a giant.

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

Yet he shall perish for ever like his own dung: They that have seen him shall say, Where is he?

They send forth their little ones like a flock, And their children dance.

Terrors overtake him like waters; A tempest stealeth him away in the night.

He hath cast me into the mire, And I am become like dust and ashes.

If like Adam I have covered my transgressions, By hiding mine iniquity in my bosom,

Behold, my breast is as wine which hath no vent; Like new wine-skins it is ready to burst.

What man is like Job, Who drinketh up scoffing like water,

Would that Job were tried unto the end, Because of his answering like wicked men.

Behold, God doeth loftily in his power: Who is a teacher like unto him?

Gird up now thy loins like a man; For I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.

The waters hide themselves and become like stone, And the face of the deep is frozen.

Gird up thy loins now like a man: I will demand of thee, and declare thou unto me.

Or hast thou an arm like God? And canst thou thunder with a voice like him?

He moveth his tail like a cedar: The sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are as tubes of brass; His limbs are like bars of iron.

His sneezings flash forth light, And his eyes are like the eyelids of the morning.

His underparts are like'sharp potsherds: He spreadeth as it were a threshing-wain upon the mire.

He maketh the deep to boil like a pot: He maketh the sea like a pot of ointment.

Upon earth there is not his like, That is made without fear.