So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and struck Job with painful boils from the sole of his foot unto the crown of his head.

Therefore is light given to him that is in misery, and life unto the bitter in soul;

The things that my soul refused to touch are as loathsome food to me.

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

So that my soul chooses strangling, and death rather than my life.

How long will you not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

Though I were blameless, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint upon myself; 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.

Though he slay me, yet will I trust in him: but I will defend my own ways before him.

But his flesh upon him shall have pain, and his soul within him shall mourn.

I also could speak as you do: if your soul were in my soul's place, I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.

How long will you torment 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: from the proceeds of business he shall not rejoice.

And another dies in the bitterness of his soul, and never eats with pleasure.

But he is of one mind, and who can turn him? and what his soul desires, even that he does.

Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded cries out: yet God charges not folly to them.

As God lives, who has taken away my right; and the Almighty, who has made bitter my soul;

For what is the hope of the hypocrite, though he has gained, when God takes away his soul?

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

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

Neither have I suffered my mouth to sin by wishing a curse to his soul.

He keeps back his soul from the pit, and his life from perishing by the sword.

So that his life abhors bread, and his soul the choicest food.

Yea, his soul draws near unto the grave, and his life to those who bring death.

He will deliver his soul from going into the pit, and his life shall see the light.

To bring back his soul from the pit, to be enlightened with the light of life.

It is turned as clay under the seal; and they stand out as a garment.

His scales are his pride, shut up together as with a close seal.