Then Job arose and tore his outer garment and shaved his head; {then} he fell upon the ground and he worshiped.

Thus they lifted up their eyes from afar, but they did not recognize him, so they raised their voice, and they wept, and each man tore his outer garment and threw dust on their heads {toward the sky}.

For my sighing comes {before} my bread, and my groanings gush forth like water

the one who is giving rain on [the] {surface of} [the] earth and is sending water on [the] {surface of} [the] fields,

Will they themselves not teach you [and] {tell you} and {utter} words from their heart?

Can papyrus grow tall where [there is] not a marsh? Will reeds flourish without water?

For you yourself will forget your misery; you will remember [it] as water [that] has flowed past.

Look, [if] he withholds the water, then they dry up; and [if] he sends them out, then they overwhelm [the] land.

at the scent of water it will bud, and it will put forth branches like a young plant.

[As] water disappears from a lake, and a river withers away and dries up,

Water wears away stones; its torrents wash away [the] soil of [the] earth; so you destroy the hope of human beings.

{How much less} he who is abominable and corrupt, a man drinking wickedness like water.

You have given no water [for the] weary to drink, and you withheld food from [the] hungry.

or [it is so] dark you cannot see, and a flood of water covers you.

"He himself [is] swift on [the] water's surface; their portion is cursed in the land. {No one turns toward the path of their vineyards}.

[He] ties up [the] water in its clouds, and [the] cloud is not torn open beneath it.

{He has described a circle} on [the] face of [the] water {between light and darkness}.

Look, these [are] the outer fringes of his ways, and {how faint is the word} [that] we hear of him! But who can understand the thunder of his power?"

my lips surely will not speak falseness, and my tongue surely will not utter deceit.

Terrors overtake him like the water; a storm wind carries him off [in the] night.

My roots [were] open to water, and dew spent the night on my branches;

What man [is] like Job, who drinks scorn like water?

Indeed, he draws up [the] drops of water; he distills [the] rain into its mist,

Can you lift up your voice to the clouds so that a flood of water may cover you?

Who can strip off {its outer covering}? Who can penetrate its double harness?