At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.
And the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.
My skin hath been black upon me, And my bone hath burned from heat,
If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.
My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.
I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.
I have heard, and my belly trembleth, At the noise have my lips quivered, Rottenness doth come into my bones, And in my place I do tremble, That I rest for a day of distress, At the coming up of the people, he overcometh it.