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3 And the Lorde sayde vnto Satan: hast thou not consydered my seruaunt Iob? for there is none lyke him in the land. For he is a perfect and iust man, soch a one as feareth God, and exchueth euell, & contynueth styll in hys godlynesse. And thou mouedest me agaynst him, that I shulde punysh him for naught.
4 And Satan answered the Lord, & sayde: Skyn for skynne? yee, a man wyll geue all that euer he hath, for his lyfe.
5 But laye thyne hand now vpon him, and touch once his bone and flesh, and he shall curse the to thy face.
6 And the Lorde sayde vnto Satan: lo, there hast thou hym in thy power, but spare hys lyfe.