“Very well,” the Lord told Satan, “everything he owns is in your power. However, you must not lay a hand on Job himself.” So Satan left the Lord’s presence.

Surely mockers surround me
and my eyes must gaze at their rebellion.

His children will beg from the poor,
for his own hands must give back his wealth.

He swallows wealth but must vomit it up;
God will force it from his stomach.

He must return the fruit of his labor without consuming it;
he doesn’t enjoy the profits from his trading.

I must speak so that I can find relief;
I must open my lips and respond.

Should God repay you on your terms
when you have rejected His?
You must choose, not I!
So declare what you know.