So Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

My soul refuseth to touch them ; They are as loathsome food to me.

But vain man is void of understanding, Yea, man is born as a wild ass's colt.

In the thought of him that is at ease there is contempt for misfortune; It is ready for them whose foot slippeth.

Doth not the ear try words, Even as the palate tasteth its food?

Thou puttest my feet also in the stocks, And markest all my paths; Thou settest a bound to the soles of my feet:

Because he hath covered his face with his fatness, And gathered fat upon his loins;

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, And he walketh upon the toils.

Yet his food in his bowels is turned, It is the gall of asps within him.

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

I have not gone back from the commandment of his lips; I have treasured up the words of his mouth more than my necessary food.

There are that remove the landmarks; They violently take away flocks, and feed them.

Behold, as wild asses in the desert They go forth to their work, seeking diligently for food; The wilderness yieldeth them bread for their children.

The womb shall forget him; The worm shall feed sweetly on him; He shall be no more remembered; And unrighteousness shall be broken as a tree.

He breaketh open a shaft away from where men sojourn; They are forgotten of the foot; They hang afar from men, they swing to and fro.

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

They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food.

Upon my right hand rise the rabble; They thrust aside my feet, And they cast up against me their ways of destruction.

If I have walked with falsehood, And my foot hath hasted to deceit;

He putteth my feet in the stocks, He marketh all my paths.

So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.

For the ear trieth words, As the palate tasteth food.

For by these he judgeth the peoples; He giveth food in abundance.

Who provideth for the raven his prey, When his young ones cry unto God, And wander for lack of food?

And forgetteth that the foot may crush them, Or that the wild beast may trample them.

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