And a man came to Job, and said, The oxen were ploughing, and the asses were taking their food by their side:

And the Satan went out from before the Lord, and sent on Job an evil disease covering his skin from his feet to the top of his head.

In place of my food I have grief, and cries of sorrow come from me like water.

The old lion comes to his end for need of food, and the young of the she-lion go wandering in all directions.

Their produce is taken by him who has no food, and their grain goes to the poor, and he who is in need of water gets it from their spring.

But trouble is man's fate from birth, as the flames go up from the fire.

When there is need of food he will keep you from death, and in war from the power of the sword.

Does the ass of the fields give out his voice when he has grass? or does the ox make sounds over his food?

Will a man take food which has no taste without salt? or is there any taste in the soft substance of purslain?

My soul has no desire for such things, they are as disease in my food.

If death comes suddenly through disease, he makes sport of the fate of those who have done no wrong.

They go rushing on like reed-boats, like an eagle dropping suddenly on its food.

In the thought of him who is in comfort there is no respect for one who is in trouble; such is the fate of those whose feet are slipping.

Are not words tested by the ear, even as food is tasted by the mouth?

And you put chains on my feet, watching all my ways, and making a limit for my steps;

Though a man comes to nothing like a bit of dead wood, or like a robe which has become food for the worm.

He has no hope of coming safe out of the dark, and his fate will be the sword;

Running against him like a man of war, covered by his thick breastplate; even like a king ready for the fight,

Because his face is covered with fat, and his body has become thick;

And he has made his resting-place in the towns which have been pulled down, in houses where no man had a right to be, whose fate was to become masses of broken walls.

His feet take him into the net, and he goes walking into the cords.

His foot is taken in the net; he comes into its grip.

His strength is made feeble for need of food, and destruction is waiting for his falling footstep.

His skin is wasted by disease, and his body is food for the worst of diseases.

At his fate those of the west are shocked, and those of the east are overcome with fear.

He has taken my brothers far away from me; they have seen my fate and have become strange to me.

His food becomes bitter in his stomach; the poison of snakes is inside him.

He takes down wealth as food, and sends it up again; it is forced out of his stomach by God.

He is forced to give back the fruit of his work, and may not take it for food; he has no joy in the profit of his trading.

You do not give water to the tired traveller, and from him who has no food you keep back bread.

For this cause nets are round your feet, and you are overcome with sudden fear.

Saying, Truly, their substance is cut off, and their wealth is food for the fire.

My feet have gone in his steps; I have kept in his way, without turning to one side or to the other.

Like asses in the waste land they go out to their work, looking for food with care; from the waste land they get bread for their children.

Others go about without clothing, and though they have no food, they get in the grain from the fields.

I was eyes to the blind, and feet to him who had no power of walking.

They are wasted for need of food, biting the dry earth; their only hope of life is in the waste land.

If I have gone in false ways, or my foot has been quick in working deceit;

If I kept my food for myself, and did not give some of it to the child with no father;

He puts chains on my feet; he is watching all my ways.

He has no desire for food, and his soul is turned away from delicate meat;

For words are tested by the ear, as food is tasted by the mouth.

For by these he gives food to the peoples, and bread in full measure.

Do you go after food for the she-lion, or get meat so that the young lions may have enough,

Who gives in the evening the meat he is searching for, when his young ones are crying to God; when the young lions with loud noise go wandering after their food?

Will the ox of the mountains be your servant? or is his night's resting-place by your food-store?

Without a thought that they may be crushed by the foot, and broken by the beasts of the field?

When it comes to his ears he says, Aha! He is smelling the fight from far off, and hearing the thunder of the captains, and the war-cries.

From there he is watching for food; his eye sees it far off.

See now the Great Beast, whom I made, even as I made you; he takes grass for food, like the ox.

Only put your hand on him, and see what a fight you will have; you will not do it again!

When he gets ready for the fight, the strong are overcome with fear.

And all his brothers and sisters, and his friends of earlier days, came and took food with him in his house; and made clear their grief for him, and gave him comfort for all the evil which the Lord had sent on him; and they all gave him a bit of money and a gold ring.