²¹ Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

¹¹ The work of his hands Thou hast blessed, and his substance hath spread in the land, and yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike against anything that he hath -- if not: to Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

² For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

⁵ Yet, put forth, I pray Thee, Thy hand, and strike unto his bone and unto his flesh -- if not: unto Thy face he doth bless Thee!'

¹⁰ And he saith unto her, `As one of the foolish women speaketh, thou speakest; yea, the good we receive from God, and the evil we do not receive.' In all this Job hath not sinned with his lips.

⁴ For arrows of the Mighty `are' with me, Whose poison is drinking up my spirit. Terrors of God array themselves `for' me!

¹⁴ To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.

¹⁵ to rejoice with the rejoicing, and to weep with the weeping,

²⁶ and whether one member doth suffer, suffer with `it' do all the members, or one member is glorified, rejoice with `it' do all the members;

³ be mindful of those in bonds, as having been bound with them, of those maltreated, as also yourselves being in the body;