At night my bones ache; gnawing pains never stop.
So Satan left the Lord’s presence. He put painful sores on Job’s body, from the top of his head to the soles of his feet.
My skin has become black and peels off, as my body burns with fever.
When I lie down, I think, ‘How long until I get up?’ The night is long, and I toss until dawn.
My God, I call to you during the day, but you do not answer. I call at night; I am not silent.
All night I cried loudly. Like a lion, he crushed all my bones. In one day you brought me to this end.
I hear these things, and my body trembles; my lips tremble when I hear the sound. My bones feel weak, and my legs shake. But I will wait patiently for the day of disaster that will come to the people who attack us.
