However, stretch out Your hand and touch all that he has, and will he not curse You to Your face!

My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

Have pity on me! Have pity on me, O you my friends! For the hand of God has struck me!

And David said to God, Was it not I who commanded the people to be numbered? I am the one who has sinned and done evil indeed; but these sheep, what have they done? Let Your hand, I pray, O Jehovah my God, be against me and my father's house, but not against Your people to be plagued.

When I kept silent, my bones wore out through my roaring all day long.

For by day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my sap was turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

For Your arrows pierce me, and Your hand presses down upon me.

For my iniquities have gone over my head; like a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all day long.

Remove Your stroke away from me; I am destroyed by the blow of Your hand.

Then his wife said to him, Do you still hold fast to your integrity? Curse God and die!

So it was, when the days of feasting had made the rounds, that Job would send and sanctify them, and he would rise early in the morning and offer burnt offerings according to the number of them all. For Job said, It may be that my sons have sinned and cursed God in their hearts. Thus Job did over time.

However, stretch out Your hand and touch all that he has, and will he not curse You to Your face!

And you shall speak to the children of Israel, saying: Whoever curses his God shall bear his sin.

And they shall pass through it, hard-pressed and hungry; and it shall come to pass that when they shall be hungry, that they shall be enraged and curse their king and their God, and look upward.