And Jehovah said to Satan, Have you set your heart against My servant Job, because there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and upright man, one who fears God and turns away from evil?

And Jehovah said unto Satan, Have you set your heart on My servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one who fears God and turns away from evil? And still he is keeping hold of his integrity, although you moved Me against him to destroy him without cause.

or as a hidden untimely birth I would not have been, like infants who did not see light.

For my sighing comes before I eat, and my groanings are poured out like the waters.

You shall come to your grave in a full age, like a shock of grain comes in its season.

Surely now you are like them; you see my casting down, and are afraid.

Is there not a warfare to man on earth? Are not his days also like the days of a hireling?

Am I like the sea, or a whale, that You set a watch over me?

How long will you speak these things, since the words of your mouth are like a strong wind?

They have passed away like the swift ships; like the eagle who swoops on the prey.

Are Your days like the days of man? Are Your years like man's days,

Have You not poured me out like milk, and curdled me like cheese?

But the eyes of the wicked shall fail, and they shall have no escape, and their hope shall be like the giving up of the spirit.

They grope in the dark without light, and He makes them to stagger like a drunkard.

Your remembered sayings are like ashes, your bodies like bodies of clay.

And he wears out like a rotten thing, like a garment that a moth eats.

He comes forth like a flower, and withers; he also flees as a shadow, and does not stand.

yet at the scent of water it will bud and bring forth branches like a plant.

How much more hateful and filthy is man, who drinks iniquity like water?

He shall shake off its unripe grape, as the vine; and shall cast off his flower like the olive.

He breaks me with break on break; He runs on me like a giant.

My eye also is dim from grief; and all my members are like a shadow.

He has broken me on every side, and I am gone, and He has uprooted my hope like a tree.

Why do you, like God, persecute me and are not satisfied with my flesh?

he shall perish forever like his dung; they who see him shall say, Where is he?

He flies away like a dream, and shall not be found, and shall be chased away like a vision of the night.

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

Then you shall lay up gold like dust, and among the rock of the torrents of Ophir.

For He fulfilled my lot, and many things like these are with Him.

Behold, like wild asses in the desert, they go forth to their work, rising early for a prey. The wilderness yields food for them and for their children.

For the morning is to them like the shadow of death; for they know the terrors of the shadow of death.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be remembered no more; and injustice shall be broken like a tree.

They are lifted up for a little while, but are gone and brought low; they are gathered in like all others, and are cut off like the heads of the ears of grain.

Let my enemy be like the wicked, and he who rises up against me as the perverse.

Though he heaps up silver like the dust, and prepares clothing like the clay,

He builds his house like a moth, and like a booth that a watchman makes.

Terrors overtake him like waters; a tempest steals him away in the night.

As to the earth, out of it comes bread; and underneath it is turned up like fire.

I put on righteousness, and it clothed me; my judgment was like a robe and a diadem.

Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days like the sand.

And they waited for me like the rain; and they opened their mouth wide as for the latter rain.

I chose out their way, and sat as chief; and I lived like a king in the army, as one who comforts the mourners.

Terrors have turned on me; they pursue my soul like the wind; and my good passes away like a cloud.

By the great force of my disease my clothing is exposed; it binds me about like the mouth of my coat.

He has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

If I covered my transgressions like Adam, by hiding my iniquity in my bosom,

Surely I would carry it on my shoulder, and bind it like crowns to me.

I would declare to Him the number of my steps; like a prince I would go near Him.

Behold, my breast is as wine which has no vent; it bursts like new wineskins.

What man is like Job, who drinks up scorning like water;

Would that Job may be tried to the end because his answers are like men of iniquity.

Your wickedness may hurt a man like yourself; and your righteousness may profit the son of man.

He withdraws not His eyes from the righteous, but they are like kings on the throne; yes, He causes them to sit forever, and they are very high.

Behold, God is exalted in His power; who teaches like Him?

Have you beat out the expanse with Him, hard like a cast mirror?

Now gird up your loins like a man; for I will ask of you, and you teach Me.

It is turned like clay under a seal; and they stand forth like a garment.

The waters are hidden like stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.

The wing of the ostrich beats joyously; though not like the stork's pinions for flight.

Can you make him leap like a locust? The glory of his snorting is terrifying.

Now gird up your loins like a man. I will question you, and you teach Me.

And have you an arm like God? Or can you thunder with a voice like His?

Now behold behemoth, which I made along with you; he eats grass like an ox;

He hangs his tail like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are like tubes of bronze; his bones are like bars of iron.

His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

On earth there is nothing like him, one made without fear.

And now take to yourselves seven young bulls and seven rams, and go to My servant Job, and offer up for yourselves a burnt offering. And My servant Job will pray for you. Surely I will lift up his face so as not to do with you according to your foolishness, in that you have not spoken of Me what is right, like My servant Job.