Then Job got up and tore his robe and shaved his head [in mourning for the children], and he fell to the ground and worshiped [God].

When they looked from a distance and did not recognize him [because of his disfigurement], they raised their voices and wept; and each one tore his robe [in grief] and they threw dust over their heads toward the sky [in sorrow].

“As I have seen, those who plow wickedness
And those who sow trouble and harm harvest it.

“You will come to your grave in old age,
Like the stacking of grain [on the threshing floor] in its season.

“They harvest their fodder in a field [that is not their own],
And glean the vineyard of the wicked.

“I put on righteousness, and it clothed me;
My justice was like a robe and a turban!

“Indeed, how could the strength of their hands profit me?
Vigor had perished from them.

“He sways his tail like a cedar;
The tendons of his thighs are twisted and knit together [like a rope].

“Can you put a rope [made] of rushes into his nose
Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?

“Who has first given to Me that I should repay him?
Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine. [Who can have a claim against Me who made the unmastered beast?]