And Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah and struck Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.

Why is light given to one who is in misery, and life to the bitter in soul,

My soul refuses to touch them; they are sickening food to me.

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

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

Until when will You look away from me, nor let me alone until I swallow down my spittle?

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

My soul is weary of my life; I will leave my complaint on my self; I will speak in the bitterness of my soul.

In whose hand is the soul of every living thing, and the breath of all flesh, even of man?

Though he slay me, I will not wait, but I will maintain my own ways before Him.

But his flesh is pained within him; and his soul mourns over him.

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.

And another dies with bitter soul, and never eats with pleasure.

But He is in one mind, and who can turn Him? Yea, what His soul desires, He does it.

Men groan from out of the city, and the soul of the wounded cries for help; yet God does not charge foolishness.

As God lives, He has taken away my judgment; and the Almighty has made my soul bitter.

For what is the hope of the ungodly when He cuts off, when God takes away his soul?

Terrors have turned on me; they pursue my soul like the wind; and my good passes away like a cloud.

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

Did I not weep for him whose day was hard; and my soul grieved for the poor?

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

so that his life is sick of bread, and his soul desirable food.

Yea, his soul draws near to the Pit, and his life to the dealers of death.

He has redeemed my soul from passing over into the Pit, and my life shall see the light.

to bring back his soul from the Pit, to be lighted with the light of the living.

Their soul dies in youth, and their life ends among the sodomites.

It is turned like clay under a seal; and they stand forth like a garment.

The rows of shields are his pride, shut up with a close seal;