Then Job got up and tore his robe. He shaved his head, and then he threw himself down with his face to the ground.

But when they gazed intently from a distance but did not recognize him, they began to weep loudly. Each of them tore his robes, and they threw dust into the air over their heads.

If he tears down, it cannot be rebuilt; if he imprisons a person, there is no escape.

His anger has torn me and persecuted me; he has gnashed at me with his teeth; my adversary locks his eyes on me.

My intercessor is my friend as my eyes pour out tears to God;

You who tear yourself to pieces in your anger, will the earth be abandoned for your sake? Or will a rock be moved from its place?

He tears me down on every side until I perish; he uproots my hope like one uproots a tree.