Then Job arose and tore his outer garment and shaved his head; {then} he fell upon the ground and he worshiped.

Thus they lifted up their eyes from afar, but they did not recognize him, so they raised their voice, and they wept, and each man tore his outer garment and threw dust on their heads {toward the sky}.

His wrath has torn, and he has been hostile toward me; he gnashed at me with his teeth. My foe sharpens his eyes against me.

He is torn from his tent {in which he trusted}, and it brought him to the king of terrors.

[He] ties up [the] water in its clouds, and [the] cloud is not torn open beneath it.