So the accuser went forth from the presence of Yahweh, - and smote Job with a sore boil, from the sole of his foot, unto his crown.

For, in the face of my food, my sighing, cometh in, and, poured out like the water, are my groans:

My soul hath refused to touch, Those things, are like disease in my food.

They have passed away with boats of paper-reed, like a vulture which rusheth upon food.

For ruin, there is contempt, in the thought of the man at ease, - ready, for such as are of faltering foot!

Doth not, the ear, try, words? even as, the palate, tasteth for itself, food?

And thou dost put - in the stocks - my feet, and observest all my paths, Against the roots of my feet, thou dost cut out a bound;

For he is thrust into a net by his own feet, and, upon a trap, he marcheth;

Round about, terrors have startled him, and have driven him to his feet.

His food, in his stomach, is changed, the gall of adders, within him!

Of his steps, my foot taketh hold, His way, have I kept, and not swerved;

Lo! as wild asses in the wilderness, they go forth with their work, eager seekers for prey, the waste plain, yieldeth them food for their young;

He hath sunken a shaft, away from the inhabitants; Places forsaken by the foot, they hang down, away from men, sway to and fro;

Eyes, became I to the, blind, and, feet to the lame, was, I!

Who used to pluck off the mallow by the bushes, with the root of the broom for their food;

On my right hand, the young brood rose up, - My feet, they thrust aside, and cast up against me their earthworks of destruction;

Verily I walked not in falsity, nor did my foot haste unto deceit: -

He putteth - in the stocks - my feet, He watcheth all my paths.

So that his life maketh loathsome his food, and his soul, dainty meat;

Yea he might even have allured thee - out of the mouth of straitness, into a wide space - no narrowness there, - and, the food set down on thy table, should have been full of fatness.

For, by those things, he executeth judgment on peoples, He giveth food in abundance:

Who prepareth for the Raven his nourishment, - when his young ones - unto GOD - cry out, when they wander for lack of food?

And hath forgotten, that, a foot, may crush them, - or, the wild beast, tread on them!

From thence, he searcheth out food, far away, his eyes do pierce;