3 And the Lord said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my slave Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that fears God and has departed from evil and that he still retains his perfection, although thou didst incite me against him to destroy him without cause.
4 And Satan answered the Lord and said, Skin for skin, all that a man has he will give for his life.
5 But put forth thy hand now and touch his bone and his flesh, and thou shalt see if he does not blaspheme thee to thy face.
6 And the Lord said unto Satan, Behold, he is in thy hand, but preserve his life.
7 So Satan went forth from the presence of the Lord and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto the crown of his head.
8 And he took a potsherd to scratch himself with, and he was sitting among the ashes.
9 Then his wife said unto him, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? Blaspheme God and die.