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7 So went Satan foorth from the presence of the Lorde, and smote Iob with sore byles, from the sole of his foote vnto his crowne. 8 And he toke a potsharde to scrape hym: and he sat downe among the asshes. 9 Then sayd his wyfe vnto him: Doest thou continue yet in thy perfectnesse? curse God, and dye. Job 2:7-9, Bishops' Bible of 1568. Public domain.
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