Job 2:7-13 ▼

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

8 And he toke a potsharde to scrape hym: and he sat downe among the asshes.

9 Then sayd his wyfe vnto him: Doest thou continue yet in thy perfectnesse? curse God, and dye.

10 But he sayde vnto her, Thou speakest like a foolish woman: shal we receaue good at the hande of God, and not receaue euyll? In all these thinges did not Iob sinne with his lippes.

11 Nowe when Iobs three friendes heard of all the trouble that came vpon him, they came euery one fro his owne place namely Eliphas the Themanite, Bildad the Suhite, and Zophad the Naamathite: for they were agreed together to come to shewe their compassion vpon him, and to comfort hym.

12 So when they lift vp their eyes a farre of, they knew him not: then they cryed and wept, and euery one of them rent his clothes, and sprinckled dust vpon their heades in the ayre.

13 They sate them downe by him also vpon the grounde seuen dayes & seuen nightes, and none spake a worde vnto him: for they sawe that his greefe was very great.