Then Job arose, and rent his robe, and shaved his head, and fell to the earth and worshipped;

And, when they lifted up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lifted up their voice, and wept - and rent, every one his robe, and sprinkled dust upon their heads, toward the heavens.

So far as I have seen, They who plow for iniquity and sow misery, reap the same:

Is not their tent-rope within them, torn away? They die, disrobed of wisdom!

Righteousness, I put on, and it clothed me, Like a robe and turban, was my, justice;

Who hath forestalled me, that I may repay him? Under all the heavens, mine it is!