So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and struck Job with painful boils from the sole of his foot unto the crown of his head.

The things that my soul refused to touch are as loathsome food to me.

He that is ready to slip with his feet is like a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

Does not the ear test words? and the mouth taste its food?

You put my feet also in the stocks, and watch closely all my paths; you set a bound to the soles of my feet.

Because he covers his face with his fatness, and makes heavy fat on his waist.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he walks upon a snare.

Terrors shall make him afraid on every side, and shall drive him to his feet.

Yet his food in his body is soured, it is the gall of asps within him.

There shall none of his food be left; therefore shall no man look for his goods.

My foot has held fast to his steps, his way have I kept, and not turned aside.

Neither have I gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have esteemed the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.

Some remove the landmarks; they violently take away flocks, and feed on them.

Behold, as wild donkeys in the desert, go they forth to their work; rising early for a prey: the wilderness yields food for them and for their children.

The womb shall forget him; the worm shall feed sweetly on him; he shall be no more remembered; and wickedness shall be broken as a tree.

He breaks open a shaft away from the inhabitants; even in places forgotten of the foot: they are gone away from men, they swing to and fro.

I was eyes to the blind, and feet was I to the lame.

Who pick mallows by the bushes, and juniper roots for their food.

Upon my right hand rise the youth; they push away my feet, and they raise up against me the ways of their destruction.

If I have walked with vanity, or if my foot has hastened to deceit;

He puts my feet in the stocks, he marks all my paths.

So that his life abhors bread, and his soul the choicest food.

For the ear tests words, as the mouth tastes food.

Is it fit to say to a king, You are wicked? and to princes, You are ungodly?

For by them judges he the people; he gives food in abundance.

Who provides for the raven its food? when its young ones cry unto God, they wander about for lack of food.

And forgets that the foot may crush them, or that a wild beast may break them.

Surely the mountains bring him forth food, where all the beasts of the field play.