²⁰ You overcome him for ever, and he is gone; his face is changed in death, and you send him away.

¹² And lifting up their eyes when they were still far off, it did not seem that the man they saw was Job because of the change in him. And they gave way to bitter weeping, with signs of grief, and put dust on their heads.

¹⁴ If death takes a man, will he come to life again? All the days of my trouble I would be waiting, till the time came for me to be free.

⁸ No man has authority over the wind, to keep the wind; or is ruler over the day of his death. In war no man's time is free, and evil will not keep the sinner safe.

⁸ Their face is blacker than night; in the streets no one has knowledge of them: their skin is hanging on their bones, they are dry, they have become like wood.