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• who long for a death that never comes, and hunt for it more than for buried treasure? (Job 3, 21)

• For me, there is no calm, no peace; my torments banish rest. (Job 3, 26)

• your words supported any who wavered and strengthened every failing knee. (Job 4, 4)

• The lion dies for lack of prey and the lioness's whelps are dispersed. (Job 4, 11)

• a shiver of horror ran through me and filled all my bones with fright. (Job 4, 14)

• Someone stood there -- I did not know his face, but the form stayed there before my eyes. Silence -- then I heard a voice, (Job 4, 16)

• 'Can a mortal seem upright to God, would anybody seem pure in the presence of his Maker? (Job 4, 17)

• They are crushed as easily as a moth, between morning and evening they are ground to powder. They vanish for ever, with no one to bring them back. (Job 4, 20)

• their harvest goes to feed the hungry, God snatches it from their mouths, and covetous people thirst for their possessions. (Job 5, 5)

• No, misery does not grow out of the soil, nor sorrow spring from the ground. (Job 5, 6)

• It is people who breed trouble for themselves as surely as eagles fly to the height. (Job 5, 7)

• If I were you, I should appeal to God and lay my case before him. (Job 5, 8)