"But now, stretch out Your hand and touch all that he has, and he will surely 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 LORD my God, be against me and my father's house, but not against Your people that they should be plagued."

When I kept silent, my bones grew old Through my groaning all the day long.

For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My vitality was turned into the drought of summer. Selah

For Your arrows pierce me deeply, And Your hand presses me down.

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 the day long.

Remove Your plague from me; I am consumed 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 run their course, 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 regularly.

"But now, stretch out Your hand and touch all that he has, and he will surely curse You to Your face!"

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

They will pass through it hard pressed and hungry; and it shall happen, when they are hungry, that they will be enraged and curse their king and their God, and look upward.