Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head, and he fell to the ground and worshiped.

When they lifted up their eyes at a distance and did not recognize him, they raised their voices and wept. And each of them tore his robe and they threw dust over their heads toward the sky.

They tore up my beaten path, they helped for my fall, no help to them.

"He tore me apart when I was at ease; grabbing me by my neck, he shook me to pieces then he really made me his target.