Then Job arose, and tore his robe, and shaved his head, and fell down on the ground, and worshiped.

When they lifted up their eyes from a distance, and didn't recognize him, they raised their voices, and wept; and they each tore his robe, and sprinkled dust on their heads toward the sky.

According to what I have seen, those who plow iniquity, and sow trouble, reap the same.

Who shall declare his way to his face? Who shall repay him what he has done?

I put on righteousness, and it clothed me. My justice was as a robe and a diadem.

Of what use is the strength of their hands to me, men in whom ripe age has perished?

Can you put a rope into his nose, or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

Who has first given to me, that I should repay him? Everything under the heavens is mine.