And Satan went forth from the presence of Jehovah and struck Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot to the top of his head.

For it did not shut up the doors of my mother's womb, nor hide sorrow from my eyes.

For He makes sore, and binds up; He wounds, and His hands make whole.

He also draws the mighty with his power; he rises up, and no one is sure of life.

Does the hawk soar by your understanding? Will he spread his wings toward the south?