Job 2:8
“HISTORICAL INTERPRETATION. And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes. What is a potsherd made from, excepting mud? and what is the humour of the body, but mud? Accordingly he is said 'to scrape the humour with a potsherd,' as if it were plainly said, 'he wiped away mud with m…”
Source: Septuagint
8And he took a potsherd to scrape away the discharge, And sat upon a dungheap outside the city.
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6And the Lord said to the devil, Behold, I deliver him up to thee; Only save his life.
7So the devil went out from the Lord, And smote Job with sore boils from his feet to his head.
— Job 2:8 —
9And when much time had passed, his wife said to him, How long wilt thou hold out, saying, a Behold, I wait yet a little while, Expecting the hope of my deliverance? b For, behold, thy memorial is abolished from the earth, Even thy sons and daughters, the pangs and pains of my womb Which I bore in vain with sorrows; c And thou thyself sittest down to spend the nights in the open air among the corruption of worms, d And I am a wanderer and a servant From place to place and house to house, Waiting for the setting of the sun, That I may rest from my labors and my pangs which now beset me: e But say some word against the Lord, and die.
10But he looked on her, and said to her, Thou hast spoken like one of the foolish women. If we have received good things of the hand of the Lord, shall we not endure evil things? In all these things that happened to him, Job sinned not at all with his lips before God.