Job 2:8
And he took a broken bit of a pot, and, seated in the dust, was rubbing himself with the sharp edge of it.
And he took a broken bit of a pot, and, seated in the dust, was rubbing himself with the sharp edge of it.
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2 And the Lord said to the Satan, Where do you come from? And the Satan said in answer, From wandering this way and that on the earth, and walking about on it.
3 And the Lord said to the Satan, Have you taken note of my servant Job, for there is no one like him on the earth, a man without sin and upright, fearing God and keeping himself far from evil? and he still keeps his righteousness, though you have been moving me to send destruction on him without cause.
4 And the Satan said in answer to the Lord, Skin for skin, all a man has he will give for his life.
5 But now, if you only put your hand on his bone and his flesh, he will certainly be cursing you to your face.
6 And the Lord said to the Satan, See, he is in your hands, only do not take his life.
7 And the Satan went out from before the Lord, and sent on Job an evil disease covering his skin from his feet to the top of his head.
19 Truly God has made me low, even to the earth, and I have become like dust.
9 And his wife said to him, Are you still keeping your righteousness? Say a curse against God, and put an end to yourself.
10 And he said to her, You are talking like one of the foolish women. If we take the good God sends us, are we not to take the evil when it comes? In all this Job kept his lips from sin.
20 Then Job got up, and after parting his clothing and cutting off his hair, he went down on his face to the earth, and gave worship, and said,
21 With nothing I came out of my mother's body, and with nothing I will go back there; the Lord gave and the Lord has taken away; let the Lord's name be praised.
6 For this cause I give witness that what I said is false, and in sorrow I take my seat in the dust.
7 And it came about, after he had said these words to Job, that the Lord said to Eliphaz the Temanite, I am very angry with you and your two friends, because you have not said what is right about me, as my servant Job has.
8 And now, take seven oxen and seven sheep, and go to my servant Job, and give a burned offering for yourselves, and my servant Job will make prayer for you, that I may not send punishment on you; because you have not said what is right about me, as my servant Job has.
16 By him my teeth have been broken with crushed stones, and I am bent low in the dust.
6 And there was a day when the sons of the gods came together before the Lord, and the Satan came with them.
7 And the Lord said to the Satan, Where do you come from? And the Satan said in answer, From wandering this way and that on the earth, and walking about on it.
8 And the Lord said to the Satan, Have you taken note of my servant Job, for there is no one like him on the earth, a man without sin and upright, fearing God and keeping himself far from evil?
9 And the Satan said in answer to the Lord, Is it for nothing that Job is a god-fearing man?
10 Have you yourself not put a wall round him and his house and all he has on every side, blessing the work of his hands, and increasing his cattle in the land?
11 But now, put out your hand against all he has, and he will be cursing you to your face.
12 And the Lord said to the Satan, See, I give all he has into your hands, only do not put a finger on the man himself. And the Satan went out from before the Lord.
15 I have made haircloth the clothing of my skin, and my horn is rolled in the dust.
8 And the Lord said to Moses and to Aaron, Take in your hand a little dust from the fire and let Moses send it in a shower up to heaven before the eyes of Pharaoh.
9 And it will become small dust over all the land of Egypt, and will be a skin-disease bursting out in wounds on man and beast through all the land of Egypt.
10 So they took some dust from the fire, and placing themselves before Pharaoh, Moses sent it out in a shower up to heaven; and it became a skin-disease bursting out on man and on beast.
1 And Job made answer and said,
2 How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
31 Then you will have me pushed into the dust, so that I will seem disgusting to my very clothing.
14 And he will let it be broken as a potter's vessel is broken: it will be smashed to bits without mercy; so that there will not be a bit in which one may take fire from the fireplace, or water from the spring.
1 Then, opening his mouth, and cursing the day of his birth,
2 Job made answer and said,
9 I have had dust for bread and my drink has been mixed with weeping:
5 My flesh is covered with worms and dust; my skin gets hard and then is cracked again.
4 My flesh and my skin have been used up by him and my bones broken.
1 And Job made answer and said,
3 Will you even make my right of no value? will you say that I am wrong in order to make clear that you are right?
1 And Job made answer and said,
1 And Job made answer and said,
19 Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;
1 Then Job made answer and said,
13 From on high he has sent fire into my bones, and it has overcome them: his net is stretched out for my feet, I am turned back by him; he has made me waste and feeble all the day.
29 Let him put his mouth in the dust, if by chance there may be hope.
11 And I will put her on the coals so that she may be heated and her brass burned, so that what is unclean in her may become soft and her waste be completely taken away.
21 Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.
6 And the word came to the king of Nineveh, and he got up from his seat of authority, and took off his robe, and covering himself with haircloth, took his seat in the dust.
1 And Job again took up the word and said,
11 By him my ways have been turned on one side and I have been pulled in bits; he has made me waste.
7 What man is like Job, a man who freely makes sport of God,