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1 Again there was a day when the sons of God came to pre­sent them­selves be­fore the LORD, and Sa­tan came also among them to pre­sent him­self be­fore the LORD. 2 And the LORD said unto Sa­tan, From whence comest thou? And Sa­tan an­swered the LORD, and said, From go­ing to and fro in the earth, and from walk­ing up and down in it. 3 And the LORD said unto Sa­tan, Hast thou con­sid­ered my ser­vant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a per­fect and an up­right man, one that feareth God, and es­cheweth evil? and still he hold­eth fast his in­tegri­ty, al­though thou movedst me against him, to de­stroy him with­out cause. 4 And Sa­tan an­swered the LORD, and said, Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his life. 5 But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and his flesh, and he will curse thee to thy face. 6 And the LORD said unto Sa­tan, Be­hold, he is in thine hand; but save his life. 7 So went Sa­tan forth from the pres­ence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown. 8 And he took him a pot­sherd to scrape him­self with­al; and he sat down among the ash­es. 9 Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still re­tain thine in­tegri­ty? curse God, and die. 10 But he said unto her, Thou speak­est as one of the fool­ish wom­en speaketh. What? shall we re­ceive good at the hand of God, and shall we not re­ceive evil? In all this did not Job sin with his lips. 11 Now when Job's three friends heard of all this evil that was come upon him, they came ev­ery one from his own place; Elip­haz the Te­man­ite, and Bil­dad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naa­math­ite: for they had made an ap­point­ment to­geth­er to come to mourn with him and to com­fort him. 12 And when they lift­ed up their eyes afar off, and knew him not, they lift­ed up their voice, and wept; and they rent ev­ery one his man­tle, and sprin­kled dust upon their heads to­ward heav­en. 13 So they sat down with him upon the ground sev­en days and sev­en nights, and none spake a word unto him: for they saw that his grief was very great.