And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

For sorrow cometh not forth from the dust, Nor from the ground springeth up misery.

And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.

Hungry is his sorrow, And calamity is ready at his side.

God layeth up for his sons his sorrow, He giveth recompense unto him -- and he knoweth.