Then Job arose and tore his robe and shaved his head and fell on the ground and worshiped.

And they sat with him on the ground seven days and seven nights, and no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his suffering was very great.

For affliction does not come from the dust, nor does trouble sprout from the ground,

his archers surround me. He slashes open my kidneys and does not spare; he pours out my gall on the ground.

A rope is hidden for him in the ground, a trap for him in the path.

Through want and hard hunger they gnaw the dry ground by night in waste and desolation;

to satisfy the waste and desolate land, and to make the ground sprout with grass?

For she leaves her eggs to the earth and lets them be warmed on the ground,

With fierceness and rage he swallows the ground; he cannot stand still at the sound of the trumpet.