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

Terrors frighten him on all sides and dog his every step.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Far from where people live he sinks a shaft, in places travelers have long forgotten, far from other people he dangles and sways.

On my right the young rabble rise up; they drive me from place to place, and build up siege ramps against me.

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.