So Satan went forth from the presence of Yahweh, and struck Job with painful sores from the sole of his foot to his head.

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

In the thought of him who is at ease there is contempt for misfortune. It is ready for them whose foot slips.

Doesn't the ear try words, even as the palate tastes its food?

You also put my feet in the stocks, and mark all my paths. You set a bound to the soles of my feet,

because he has covered his face with his fatness, and gathered fat on his thighs.

For he is cast into a net by his own feet, and he wanders into its mesh.

yet his food in his bowels is turned. It is cobra venom within him.

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

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

There are people who remove the landmarks. They violently take away flocks, and feed them.

Behold, as wild donkeys in the desert, they go forth to their work, seeking diligently for food. The wilderness yields them bread for their children.

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

He breaks open a shaft away from where people live. They are forgotten by the foot. They hang far from men, they swing back and forth.

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

They pluck salt herbs by the bushes. The roots of the broom are their food.

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

"If I have walked with falsehood, and my foot has hurried to deceit

He puts my feet in the stocks. He marks all my paths.'

So that his life abhors bread, and his soul dainty food.

For the ear tries words, as the palate tastes food.

For by these he judges the people. He gives food in abundance.

Who provides for the raven his prey, when his young ones cry to God, and wander for lack of food?

and forgets that the foot may crush them, or that the wild animal may trample them.

Surely the mountains produce food for him, where all the animals of the field play.