He has stripped me of my honor and has taken the crown off my head.

Even though his stature reaches to the heavens and his head touches the clouds,

when he caused his lamp to shine upon my head, and by his light I walked through darkness;

Can you fill its hide with harpoons or its head with fishing spears?

Then Job got up and tore his robe. He shaved his head, and then he threw himself down with his face to the ground.

If I am guilty, woe to me, and if I am innocent, I cannot lift my head; I am full of shame, and satiated with my affliction.

He deprives the leaders of the earth of their understanding; he makes them wander in a trackless desert waste.

“Is not God on high in heaven? And see the lofty stars, how high they are!

They are exalted for a little while, and then they are gone, they are brought low like all others, and gathered in, and like a head of grain they are cut off.’

I chose the way for them and sat as their chief; I lived like a king among his troops; I was like one who comforts mourners.

But when they gazed intently from a distance but did not recognize him, they began to weep loudly. Each of them tore his robes, and they threw dust into the air over their heads.

I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could pile up words against you and I could shake my head at you.

While this one was still speaking another messenger arrived and said, “The Chaldeans formed three bands and made a raid on the camels and carried them all away, and they killed the servants with the sword! And I – only I alone – escaped to tell you!”