And Job took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself, and he sat [down] among the ashes (rubbish heaps).

“The roaring of the lion and the voice of the fierce lion,
And the teeth of the young lions are broken.

“You would cast lots (gamble) over the fatherless
And bargain away your friend.

“My body is clothed with worms and a crust of dust;
My skin is hardened [and broken and loathsome], and [breaks out and] runs.

“My spirit is broken, my days are extinguished,
The grave is ready for me.

“My days are past, my purposes and plans are frustrated and torn apart;
The wishes of my heart [are broken].

“He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone;
He has uprooted my hope like a tree.

“You have sent widows away empty-handed,
And the arms (strength) of the fatherless have been broken.

“For God has made my heart faint,
And the Almighty has terrified me,

“A mother will forget him;
The worm feeds on him until he is no longer remembered.
And wickedness will be broken like a tree [which cannot be restored].

Then let my shoulder fall away from its socket,
And my arm be broken off at the elbow.

“Their light is withheld from the wicked,
And the uplifted arm is broken.

“Will traders bargain over him?
Will they divide him up among the merchants?

“His underparts are like sharp pieces of broken pottery;
He moves across and spreads out [grooves] like a threshing sledge on the mire (muddy river banks).