And he, as a rotten thing, weareth away, As a garment hath a moth consumed him.

And He kindleth against me His anger, And reckoneth me to Him as His adversaries.

Dost thou play with him as a bird? And dost thou bind him for thy damsels?

Overtake him as waters do terrors, By night stolen him away hath a whirlwind.

The number of my steps I tell Him, As a leader I approach Him.

Terrify him do adversity and distress, They prevail over him As a king ready for a boaster.

And Jehovah hath blessed the latter end of Job more than his beginning, and he hath fourteen thousand of a flock, and six thousand camels, and a thousand pairs of oxen, and a thousand she-asses.