So Satan went out from the presence of the Lord, and he afflicted Job with a malignant ulcer from the sole of his feet to the top of his head.

For my sighing comes in place of my food, and my groanings flow forth like water.

Can food that is tasteless be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?

I have refused to touch such things; they are like loathsome food to me.

For calamity, there is derision (according to the ideas of the fortunate) -- a fate for those whose feet slip!

Does not the ear test words, as the tongue tastes food?

And you put my feet in the stocks and you watch all my movements; you put marks on the soles of my feet.

he wanders about -- food for vultures; he knows that the day of darkness is at hand.

Because he covered his face with fat, and made his hips bulge with fat,

For he has been thrown into a net by his feet and he wanders into a mesh.

People of the west are appalled at his fate; people of the east are seized with horror, saying,

his food is turned sour in his stomach; it becomes the venom of serpents within him.

You gave the weary no water to drink and from the hungry you withheld food.

My feet have followed his steps closely; I have kept to his way and have not turned aside.

Like wild donkeys in the desert they go out to their labor, seeking diligently for food; the wasteland provides food for them and for their children.

The earth, from which food comes, is overturned below as though by fire;

Proud beasts have not set foot on it, and no lion has passed along it.

I was eyes for the blind and feet for the lame;

By the brush they would gather herbs from the salt marshes, and the root of the broom tree was their food.

If I have walked in falsehood, and if my foot has hastened to deceit --

if I have raised my hand to vote against the orphan, when I saw my support in the court,

He puts my feet in shackles; he watches closely all my paths.'

so that his life loathes food, and his soul rejects appetizing fare.

For the ear assesses words as the mouth tastes food.

And surely, he drew you from the mouth of distress, to a wide place, unrestricted, and to the comfort of your table filled with rich food.

It is by these that he judges the nations and supplies food in abundance.

Who prepares prey for the raven, when its young cry out to God and wander about for lack of food?

She forgets that a foot might crush them, or that a wild animal might trample them.

For the hills bring it food, where all the wild animals play.

If you lay your hand on it, you will remember the fight, and you will never do it again!