Then the LORD asked Satan, "Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one like him on earth. The man is blameless as well as upright. He fears God and keeps away from evil."

The LORD asked Satan, "Have you considered my servant Job? There is no one like him on earth. The man is blameless as well as upright. He fears God and keeps away from evil. He remains firm in his integrity, even though you have been urging me to overwhelm him without cause."

But he replied to her, "You're talking like foolish women do. Are we to accept what is good from God but not tragedy?" Throughout all of this, Job did not sin by what he said.

"Or why was I not buried like a stillborn child, like babies who never saw the light?

"As far as I'm concerned, my food comes to me in the form of sighs, and my cries of anguish pour out like water.

"Will you get offended if somebody tries to talk to you? Who can keep from speaking at a time like this?

how much less confidence does he have in those who dwell in houses of clay; who were formed from a foundation in dust and can perish like a moth?

You'll know that you'll have many children; and that your offspring will be like the grass of the earth.

You'll go to your grave at a ripe old age; like a stack of grain that's harvested at just the right time.

I cannot bring myself to touch them; food like this makes me sick."

But my brothers have acted treacherously like a cascading river, like torrential rivers that overflow.

"And now you're all just like them, aren't you? You see my terror and are terrified.

"Men have harsh servitude on earth, do they not? His days are like those of a hired laborer, are they not?

I'm like a servant who longs for the shade, like a hired laborer who is looking for his wages.

"How long will you keep talking like this? How long will you keep talking like a wind storm?

They pass by like a ship made of reeds, like an eagle swooping down on its prey.

He's not a man like me, so that I can answer him, or that we can enter into litigation with one another.

Otherwise, I would speak without being terrified of him, because I'm not like that inside myself."

""Please remember that you've made me like clay and you'll return me to dust.

Didn't you pour me out like milk and let me congeal like cheese?

But if I do lift up my head, you will hunt me like a lion! You will perform miracles in order to fight against me.

It's a gloomy land, like deepest darkness; where there's no order, and where even the brightness is like darkness.'"

You'll forget your suffering; you'll remember it like water that has evaporated.

Your life will be brighter than noonday. Even its darkness will be like dawn.

Like you, I also have understanding. I'm not inferior to you; who doesn't know things like this?"

They grope in the dark without light; he causes them to stagger around like a drunkard."

So I'm a man who wears out like something rotten, like a garment that has become moth-eaten."

He springs up like a flower and then withers. Like a shadow, he disappears and doesn't last.

Indeed, have you opened your eyes on one like this to bring me into a legal fight with you?

Look away from him and leave him alone, so he can enjoy his time, like a hired worker."

the presence of water will make it to bud so that it sprouts new branches like a young plant.

Water wears away stones; floods wash away topsoil from the land but you destroy the hope of human beings just like that!

that you turn your anger against God and speak words like this?

then how much less is one who is abhorred and corrupted, such as a man who drinks injustice like water?"

Distress and pressure terrify him; they overwhelm him, like a king poised for attack.

"He is like a vine that drops its unripe grapes; like an olive tree that loses its blossoms.

"I've heard many things like this. What miserable comforters you all are!

Will windy words like yours never end? What is upsetting you that you keep on arguing?

"I could also talk like you if only you were in my place! Then I would put together an argument against you. I would shake my head at you

Attack follows attack as he breaks through my defenses! He runs over me like a mighty warrior.

Why do you think we're like dumb animals? Do you think we're stupid?

Indeed, the residences of the wicked are like this; and so are the homes of those who don't know God."

He is breaking me down on every side, and now it's too late for me; he has uprooted my hopes like a tree.

Those who live in my house and my maidservants, too! treat me like a stranger; they think I'm a foreigner.

he'll perish forever, like his own excrement; those who saw him will ask, "Where is he?'

He'll vanish like a dream, and no one will find him; he will be chased away like a night vision."

They release their children to play like sheep; their young ones dance about,

May they become like a straw, blown away before the wind; like a chaff that's swept off by a storm.

Because he knows the road on which I travel, when he had tested me, I'll come out like gold.

"Look! Like wild donkeys in the wilderness, they work diligently as they seek wild game in the desert, food for them and their young ones.

The murderer rises at dawn to kill the poor and needy; at night, he is like a thief.

The womb will forget them. Maggots will find them to be a delicacy! They won't be remembered anymore, their iniquity will be cut to pieces like firewood.

They're exalted momentarily, but then they are gone; they are humbled, just like all the others. They are cut down like heads of corn.

"May my enemy be like the wicked; my adversary like the unjust.

"Though he hoards silver like dust, and stores away garments like clay,

"He has built his house like a moth's cocoon, like a temporary sunshade that a watchman makes.

Terror will overtake him like a flood, at night, a tornado will sweep him away.

like when I was in my prime and God trusted me with his secrets!

I put on righteousness like clothing; my just decisions were like a robe and a turban.

I set an example of the way to live, as a leader would; I lived like a king among his army; like one who comforts mourners."

They bray like donkeys among the bushes and huddle together under the desert weeds.

They come like those who breach through a wall; as everything crashes around me they'll roll on and on!

My greatest fears have overcome me; my honor is assaulted as though by a wind storm; my prosperity evaporates like a morning cloud."

My clothes are disheveled by his forceful treatment of me; he restricts my movement like the collar of my cloak.

"He tossed me into the mire; I've become like dust and ashes.

"Have I covered my transgression like other people, to conceal iniquity within myself?

I'll give an account for every step I've taken; I'll approach him confidently like a Commander-in-Chief."

My insides feel like unvented wine, like it's about to burst like a new wineskin.

Look! As far as God is concerned, I'm just like you are I, too, have been pinched off from a piece of clay.

"He'll sing to mankind with these words: "I've sinned. I have twisted what is right. Yet he has not repaid me like I deserve.

Since the ear tests words like a palate tastes food,

"What man is like Job, who drinks mockery like water,

"Indeed, God is exalted in his power. Who is like him as a teacher?

"Now I'll conclude with this: my heart is trembling violently; it feels like it's about to leap from my body!

Can you spread out the skies like he does; can you cast them as one might a mirror?

Stand up like a man! I'll ask you some questions, and you give me some answers!"

Like clay is molded by a signet ring, the earth's hills and valleys then stand out like the colors of a garment.

when water solidifies like stone and the surface of the deepest sea freezes?

"The wings of the ostrich flap joyously, but aren't its pinions and feathers like the stork?

Can you make him leap like the locust, and make the splendor of his snorting terrifying?

"Stand up like a man! I'll ask you some questions, and you give me some answers!

Do you have strength like God? Can you create thunder with a sound like he can?"

"Please observe Behemoth, which I made along with you. He eats grass like an ox.

His tail protrudes stiffly, like cedar; the sinews of his thigh interlink for strength.

His bones are conduits of bronze; his strong bones are like bars of iron.

"Will you play with him like a pet bird? Will you put a leash on him for your little girls?

"His snorting releases flashes of light; his eyes are like the rays of the dawn.

Smoke billows from his nostrils; like a boiling pot or burning reeds.

He regards iron like straw, and hardened bronze like a dead tree.

Clubs are like twigs; he laughs at the whoosh of the javelin.

"Beneath him he is armored as with sharp potsherds; he tears through muddy ground like a threshing sledge through grain.

He causes the deep to boil like water in a pot, and churns the sea like one stirs ointment.

The sea is luminescent behind him; his wake turns the sea white, like those with gray hair.

"There's nothing like him on earth; he was created without the ability to fear.