Coverdale(i)
6 Then sayde the LORDE vnto Satha: lo, there hast thou him in thy power, but spare his life.
7 So wente Sathan forth from the LORDE, and smote Iob with maruelous sore byles, from the sole off the fote vnto his crowne:
8 so that he sat vpon the grounde in the asshes, and scraped of the etter off his sores with a potsherde.