Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head, and he fell to the ground and worshiped.

When they lifted up their eyes at a distance and did not recognize him, they raised their voices and wept. And each of them tore his robe and they threw dust over their heads toward the sky.

“His roots wrap around a rock pile,
He grasps a house of stones.

“My transgression is sealed up in a bag,
And You wrap up my iniquity.

“You say, ‘God stores away a man’s iniquity for his sons.’
Let God repay him so that he may know it.

“Who will confront him with his actions,
And who will repay him for what he has done?

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

“Can you put a rope in his nose
Or pierce his jaw with a hook?

“Who has given to Me that I should repay him?
Whatever is under the whole heaven is Mine.