Job took a shard of broken pottery to scrape himself with while he was sitting among the ashes.

Are not my days few? Cease, then, and leave me alone, that I may find a little comfort,

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

I was a father to the needy, and I investigated the case of the person I did not know;

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

If he flees from an iron weapon, then an arrow from a bronze bow pierces him.

and a messenger came to Job, saying, “The oxen were plowing and the donkeys were grazing beside them,

Or why was I not buried like a stillborn infant, like infants who have never seen the light?

“If someone should attempt a word with you, will you be impatient? But who can refrain from speaking?

“How long will you speak these things, seeing that the words of your mouth are like a great wind?

For we were born yesterday and do not have knowledge, since our days on earth are but a shadow.

If I lift myself up, you hunt me as a fierce lion, and again you display your power against me.

Surely I would wear it proudly on my shoulder, I would bind it on me like a crown;

If a scourge brings sudden death, he mocks at the despair of the innocent.

that with an iron chisel and with lead they were engraved in a rock forever!

He sucks the poison of serpents; the fangs of a viper kill him.

When he made the force of the wind and measured the waters with a gauge.

He strikes them for their wickedness, in a place where people can see,

“Let the day on which I was born perish, and the night that said, ‘A man has been conceived!’

You will come to your grave in a full age, As stacks of grain are harvested in their season.