So went Satan forth from the LORD, and smote Job with marvelous sore boils, from the sole of the foot unto his crown;

but let it be stained with darkness, and the shadow of death. Let the dim cloud fall upon it, and let it be lapped in with sorrow.

"It is not the earth that bringeth forth travail, neither cometh sorrow out of the ground;

The things that sometime I might not away withal, are now my meat for very sorrow.

When I laid me down to sleep, I said, 'O when shall I rise?' Again, I longed sore for the night. Thus am I full of sorrow, till it be dark.

Though thou hidest these things in thine heart, yet am I sure that thou rememberest them all.

Then mightest thou lift up thy face without shame! Then shouldest thou be sure, and have no need to fear.

As for the eyes of the ungodly, they shall be consumed, and not escape: their hope shall be misery and sorrow of mind."

While he liveth, his flesh must have travail: And while the soul is in him, he must be in sorrow."

Sorrow and carefulness make him afraid, and compass him round about, like as it where a king with his host ready to the battle.

He will never apply himself to faithfulness and truth, so sore is he deceived with vanity.

"But what shall I do? For all my words, my sorrow will not cease: and though I hold my tongue, yet will it not depart from me.

"For I am sure that my redeemer liveth, and that I shall rise out of the earth in the latter day:

But beware of the sword, for the sword will be avenged of wickedness. And be sure, that there is a judgment."

Is it with a man, that I make this disputation? Which if it were so, should not my spirit be then in sore trouble?

"How oft shall the candle of the wicked be put out? How oft cometh their destruction upon them? Oh what sorrow shall God give them for their part in his wrath!

And though God save their children from such sorrow, yet will he so reward themselves, that they shall know it.

Another dieth in sorrow and heaviness, and never had good days.

In times past thou didst set me up on high, as it were above the wind, but now hast thou given me a very sore fall.

Sure I am, that thou wilt deliver me unto death: whereas a lodging is prepared for all men living.

my harp is turned to sorrow, and my pipe to weeping.

But Elihu the son of Barachel the Buzite of the kindred of Ram, was very sore displeased at Job, that he called himself just before God.

"He chasteneth him with sickness, and bringeth him to his bed: he layeth sore punishment upon his bones,

For sure it is, that God condemneth no man wrongfully, and the judgment of the Almighty is not unrighteous.

Who giveth sure wisdom or steadfast understanding?

In his neck remaineth strength, and before his face sorrow is turned to gladness.