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Then Iob arose, and rent his mantle, and shaued his head, and fell downe vpon the ground and worshipped,

And the Lord said vnto Satan, Hast thou considered my seruant Iob, that there is none like him in the earth; a perfect and an vpright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth euill? and still hee holdeth fast his integritie, although thou moouedst mee against him, to destroy him without cause.

And Satan answered the Lord, and said, Skinne for skinne, yea all that a man hath, wil he giue for his life.

But put foorth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face.

And the Lord said vnto Satan, Behold, hee is in thine hand, but saue his life.

So went Satan foorth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Iob with sore biles, from the sole of his foote vnto his crowne.

Then saide his wife vnto him, Doest thou still reteine thine integritie? Curse God, and die.

But he said vnto her, Thou speakest as one of the foolish women speaketh; what? shall wee receiue good at the hand of God, and shall wee not receiue euill? In all this did not Iob sinne with his lippes.

Now when Iobs three friends heard of all this euill, that was come vpon him, they came euery one from his owne place: Eliphaz the Temanite, and Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite; for they had made an appointment together to come to mourne with him, and to comfort him.

And when they lift vp their eyes afarre off, and knew him not, they lifted vp their voice, and wept; and they rent euery one his mantle, and sprinckled dust vpon their heades toward heauen.

So they sate downe with him vpon the ground seuen dayes, and seuen nights, and none spake a word vnto him; for they saw that his griefe was very great.

After this, opened Iob his mouth, and cursed his day.

The small and great are there, and the seruant is free from his master.

By the blast of God they perish, and by the breath of his nostrils are they consumed.

Shall mortall man be more iust then God? shall a man bee more pure then his maker?

Behold, hee put no trust in his seruants; and his Angels hee charged with folly:

I haue seene the foolish taking roote: but suddenly I cursed his habitation.

His children are farre from safetie, and they are crushed in the gate, neither is there any to deliuer them.

For he maketh sore, and bindeth vp: he woundeth, and his hands make whole.

Thou shalt come to thy graue in a full age, like as a shocke of corne commeth in, in his season.