So Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

Wherefore is light given to him that is in misery, And life unto the bitter in soul;

My soul refuseth to touch them ; They are as loathsome food to me.

Therefore I will not refrain my mouth; I will speak in the anguish of my spirit; I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

So that my soul chooseth strangling, And death rather than these my bones.

How long wilt thou not look away from me, Nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

If the scourge slay suddenly, He will mock at the trial of the innocent.

My soul is weary of my life; I will give free course to my complaint; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, And the breath of all mankind?

Behold, he will slay me; I have no hope: Nevertheless I will maintain my ways before him.

But his flesh upon him hath pain, And his soul within him mourneth.

I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?

He shall suck the poison of asps: The viper's tongue shall slay him.

That which he labored for shall he restore, and shall not swallow it down; According to the substance that he hath gotten, he shall not rejoice.

And another dieth in bitterness of soul, And never tasteth of good.

But he is in one mind , and who can turn him? And what his soul desireth, even that he doeth.

From out of the populous city men groan, And the soul of the wounded crieth out: Yet God regardeth not the folly.

As God liveth, who hath taken away my right, And the Almighty, who hath vexed my soul:

For what is the hope of the godless, though he get him gain, When God taketh away his soul?

And now my soul is poured out within me; Days of affliction have taken hold upon me.

Did not I weep for him that was in trouble? Was not my soul grieved for the needy?

He keepeth back his soul from the pit, And his life from perishing by the sword.

So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.

Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.

He hath redeemed my soul from going into the pit, And my life shall behold the light.

To bring back his soul from the pit, That he may be enlightened with the light of the living.

It is changed as clay under the seal; And all things'stand forth as a garment:

Behold, if a river overflow, he trembleth not; He is confident, though a Jordan swell even to his mouth.

His'strong scales are his pride, Shut up together as with a close seal.