So Satan went forth from the presence of Yahweh, and struck Job with painful sores from the sole of his foot to his head.

"Why is light given to him who is in misery, life to the bitter in soul,

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

"Therefore I will not keep silent. I will speak in the anguish of my spirit. I will complain in the bitterness of my soul.

so that my soul chooses strangling, death rather than my bones.

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

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

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns."

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

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

Another dies in bitterness of soul, and never tastes of good.

But he stands alone, and who can oppose him? What his soul desires, even that he does.

From out of the populous city, men groan. The soul of the wounded cries out, yet God doesn't regard the folly.

"As God lives, who has taken away my right, the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter.

"Now my soul is poured out within me. Days of affliction have taken hold on me.

Didn't I weep for him who was in trouble? Wasn't my soul grieved for the needy?

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 dainty food.

Yes, his soul draws near to the pit, and his life to the destroyers.

He has redeemed my soul from going into the pit. My life shall see 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 stands forth as a garment.

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