And the Lord said to Satan, “Have you considered my servant Job, that there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, who fears God and turns away from evil?”

And the Lord said to Satan, “Have you considered my servant Job, that there is none like him on the earth, a blameless and upright man, who fears God and turns away from evil? He still holds fast his integrity, although you incited me against him to destroy him without reason.”

For my sighing comes instead of my bread, and my groanings are poured out like water.

how much more those who dwell in houses of clay, whose foundation is in the dust, who are crushed like the moth.

You shall come to your grave in ripe old age, like a sheaf gathered up in its season.

Job Continues: My Life Has No Hope

“Has not man a hard service on earth, and are not his days like the days of a hired hand?

Like a slave who longs for the shadow, and like a hired hand who looks for his wages,

They go by like skiffs of reed, like an eagle swooping on the prey.

Remember that you have made me like clay; and will you return me to the dust?

Did you not pour me out like milk and curdle me like cheese?

And were my head lifted up, you would hunt me like a lion and again work wonders against me.

the land of gloom like thick darkness, like deep shadow without any order, where light is as thick darkness.”

And your life will be brighter than the noonday; its darkness will be like the morning.

They grope in the dark without light, and he makes them stagger like a drunken man.

Man wastes away like a rotten thing, like a garment that is moth-eaten.

He comes out like a flower and withers; he flees like a shadow and continues not.

look away from him and leave him alone, that he may enjoy, like a hired hand, his day.

yet at the scent of water it will bud and put out branches like a young plant.

how much less one who is abominable and corrupt, a man who drinks injustice like water!

distress and anguish terrify him; they prevail against him, like a king ready for battle.

He will shake off his unripe grape like the vine, and cast off his blossom like the olive tree.

He breaks me with breach upon breach; he runs upon me like a warrior.

My eye has grown dim from vexation, and all my members are like a shadow.

He breaks me down on every side, and I am gone, and my hope has he pulled up like a tree.

Why do you, like God, pursue me? Why are you not satisfied with my flesh?

he will perish forever like his own dung; those who have seen him will say, ‘Where is he?’

He will fly away like a dream and not be found; he will be chased away like a vision of the night.

They send out their little boys like a flock, and their children dance.

That they are like straw before the wind, and like chaff that the storm carries away?

Behold, like wild donkeys in the desert the poor go out to their toil, seeking game; the wasteland yields food for their children.

The murderer rises before it is light, that he may kill the poor and needy, and in the night he is like a thief.

The womb forgets them; the worm finds them sweet; they are no longer remembered, so wickedness is broken like a tree.’

They are exalted a little while, and then are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like the heads of grain.

Though he heap up silver like dust, and pile up clothing like clay,

He builds his house like a moth's, like a booth that a watchman makes.

Terrors overtake him like a flood; in the night a whirlwind carries him off.

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

I chose their way and sat as chief, and I lived like a king among his troops, like one who comforts mourners.

Terrors are turned upon me; my honor is pursued as by the wind, and my prosperity has passed away like a cloud.

With great force my garment is disfigured; it binds me about like the collar of my tunic.

God has cast me into the mire, and I have become like dust and ashes.

I would give him an account of all my steps; like a prince I would approach him.

Behold, my belly is like wine that has no vent; like new wineskins ready to burst.

What man is like Job, who drinks up scoffing like water,

Would that Job were tried to the end, because he answers like wicked men.

Your wickedness concerns a man like yourself, and your righteousness a son of man.

Behold, God is exalted in his power; who is a teacher like him?

For to the snow he says, ‘Fall on the earth,’ likewise to the downpour, his mighty downpour.

Can you, like him, spread out the skies, hard as a cast metal mirror?

Dress for action like a man; I will question you, and you make it known to me.

It is changed like clay under the seal, and its features stand out like a garment.

The waters become hard like stone, and the face of the deep is frozen.

Do you make him leap like the locust? His majestic snorting is terrifying.

“Dress for action like a man; I will question you, and you make it known to me.

Have you an arm like God, and can you thunder with a voice like his?

“Behold, Behemoth, which I made as I made you; he eats grass like an ox.

He makes his tail stiff like a cedar; the sinews of his thighs are knit together.

His bones are tubes of bronze, his limbs like bars of iron.

His sneezings flash forth light, and his eyes are like the eyelids of the dawn.

His underparts are like sharp potsherds; he spreads himself like a threshing sledge on the mire.

He makes the deep boil like a pot; he makes the sea like a pot of ointment.

On earth there is not his like, a creature without fear.