And the Lord said to the Satan, Have you taken note of my servant Job, for there is no one like him on the earth, a man without sin and upright, fearing God and keeping himself far from evil?

And the Lord said to the Satan, Have you taken note of my servant Job, for there is no one like him on the earth, a man without sin and upright, fearing God and keeping himself far from evil? and he still keeps his righteousness, though you have been moving me to send destruction on him without cause.

And he said to her, You are talking like one of the foolish women. If we take the good God sends us, are we not to take the evil when it comes? In all this Job kept his lips from sin.

Or as a child dead at birth I might never have come into existence; like young children who have not seen the light.

In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.

You will be certain that your seed will be great, and your offspring like the plants of the earth.

My friends have been false like a stream, like streams in the valleys which come to an end:

Has not man his ordered time of trouble on the earth? and are not his days like the days of a servant working for payment?

How long will you say these things, and how long will the words of your mouth be like a strong wind?

(For we are but of yesterday, and have no knowledge, because our days on earth are gone like a shade:)

They go rushing on like reed-boats, like an eagle dropping suddenly on its food.

Are your days as the days of man, or your years like his,

Was I not drained out like milk, becoming hard like cheese?

And that if there was cause for pride, you would go after me like a lion; and again put out your wonders against me:

For your sorrow will go from your memory, like waters flowing away:

And your life will be brighter than day; though it is dark, it will become like the morning.

They go feeling about in the dark without light, wandering without help like those overcome with wine.

Will it be good for you to be searched out by him, or have you the thought that he may be guided into error like a man?

Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.

He comes out like a flower, and is cut down: he goes in flight like a shade, and is never seen again.

Let your eyes be turned away from him, and take your hand from him, so that he may have pleasure at the end of his day, like a servant working for payment.

Still, at the smell of water, it will make buds, and put out branches like a young plant.

How much less one who is disgusting and unclean, a man who takes in evil like water!

Running against him like a man of war, covered by his thick breastplate; even like a king ready for the fight,

He is like a vine whose grapes do not come to full growth, or an olive-tree dropping its flowers.

May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them?

I am broken with wound after wound; he comes rushing on me like a man of war.

I am broken down by him on every side, and I am gone; my hope is uprooted like a tree.

Why are you cruel to me, like God, for ever saying evil against me?

Like the waste from his body he comes to an end for ever: those who have seen him say, Where is he?

He is gone like a dream, and is not seen again; he goes in flight like a vision of the night.

God gives him his desire, and sends the heat of his wrath on him, making it come down on him like rain.

The produce of his house is taken away into another country, like things given into the hands of others in the day of wrath.

They send out their young ones like a flock, and their children have pleasure in the dance,

For he has knowledge of the way I take; after I have been tested I will come out like gold.

Like asses in the waste land they go out to their work, looking for food with care; from the waste land they get bread for their children.

The public place of his town has no more knowledge of him, and his name has gone from the memory of men: he is rooted up like a dead tree.

For a short time they are lifted up; then they are gone; they are made low, they are pulled off like fruit, and like the heads of grain they are cut off.

Let my hater be like the evil man, and let him who comes against me be as the sinner.

Though he may get silver together like dust, and make ready great stores of clothing;

Fears overtake him like rushing waters; in the night the storm-wind takes him away.

They make noises like asses among the brushwood; they get together under the thorns.

Fears have come on me; my hope is gone like the wind, and my well-being like a cloud.

Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.

I would make clear the number of my steps, I would put it before him like a prince! The words of Job are ended.

I will not put forward words like these, or make use of your sayings in answer to him.

My stomach is like wine which is unable to get out; like skins full of new wine, it is almost burst.

What man is like Job, a man who freely makes sport of God,

May Job be tested to the end, because his answers have been like those of evil men.

Your evil-doing may have an effect on a man like yourself, or your righteousness on a son of man.

They come to their end while they are still young, their life is short like that of those who are used for sex purposes in the worship of their gods.

Truly God is lifted up in strength; who is a ruler like him?

Get your strength together like a man of war; I will put questions to you, and you will give me the answers.

It is changed like wet earth under a stamp, and is coloured like a robe;

Is it through you that he is shaking like a locust, in the pride of his loud-sounding breath?

Get your strength together like a man of war: I will put questions to you, and you will give me the answers.

Have you an arm like God? have you a voice of thunder like his?

See now the Great Beast, whom I made, even as I made you; he takes grass for food, like the ox.

His tail is curving like a cedar; the muscles of his legs are joined together.

His bones are pipes of brass, his legs are like rods of iron.

His back is made of lines of plates, joined tight together, one against the other, like a stamp.

His sneezings give out flames, and his eyes are like the eyes of the dawn.

Smoke comes out of his nose, like a pot boiling on the fire.

The deep is boiling like a pot of spices, and the sea like a perfume-vessel.

On earth there is not another like him, who is made without fear.