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Therefore Satan went out from the face of the Lord, and he smote Job with the worst stinking botch, from the sole of his foot till to his top; (And so Satan went out from before the Lord, and he struck Job with running sores, from the soles of his feet unto the top of his head;)

and Job sat in a dunghill, and he shaved away the quitter of him with a shell. (and then Job sat on a hill of dung, and scratched his sores with a shell.)

Forsooth his wife said to him, Dwellest thou yet in thy simpleness, that is, fondness? (And his wife said to him, Remaineth thou yet in thy integrity, that is, in thy foolishness?) Curse thou God, and die.

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