Then said his wife to him, Dost thou still retain thy integrity? curse God, and die.

And he, as a rotten thing, consumeth, as a garment that is moth-eaten.

Oh that my words were now written! oh that they were printed in a book!

Oh that one would hear me! behold, my desire is, that the Almighty would answer me, and that my adversary had written a book.

He esteemeth iron as straw, and brass as rotten wood.