If I have seen anyone about to perish for lack of clothing, or a poor man without a coat,

Thick clouds are a veil for him, so he does not see us, as he goes back and forth in the vault of heaven.’

The clods of the torrent valley are sweet to him; behind him everybody follows in procession, and before him goes a countless throng.

defiantly charging against him with a thick, strong shield!

my face is reddened because of weeping, and on my eyelids there is a deep darkness,

There is no darkness, and no deep darkness, where evildoers can hide themselves.

The wild animals go to their lairs, and in their dens they remain.

when the waters become hard like stone, when the surface of the deep is frozen solid?

Hide them in the dust together, imprison them in the grave.

My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.

then you plunge me into a slimy pit and my own clothes abhor me.

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

They are soaked by mountain rains and huddle in the rocks because they lack shelter.

just as I was in my most productive time, when God’s intimate friendship was experienced in my tent,

I put on righteousness and it clothed me, my just dealing was like a robe and a turban;

Its underparts are the sharp points of potsherds, it leaves its mark in the mud like a threshing sledge.

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.

Let darkness and the deepest shadow claim it; let a cloud settle on it; let whatever blackens the day terrify it!