The Lord shall smite you with the botch of Egypt in the seat, and with a malignant scab, and itch, so that you can not be healed.

And the Lord said to the devil, Behold, I deliver him up to you; only save his life.

So the devil went out from the Lord, and smote Job with sore boils from [his] feet to [his] head.

From the feet to the head, there is no soundness in them; neither wound, nor bruise, nor festering ulcer [are healed]; it is not possible to apply a plaister, nor oil, nor bandages.

therefore the Lord will humble the chief daughters of Zion, and the Lord will expose their form in that day;

And instead of a sweet smell there shall be dust; and instead of a sash, you shall gird yourself with a rope; and instead of a golden ornament for your head, you shall have baldness on account of your works; and instead of a tunic with a scarlet ground, you shall gird yourself with sackcloth.