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6 And the Lorde sayde vnto Satan: lo, there hast thou hym in thy power, but spare hys lyfe.
7 So went Satan forth from the presence of the Lord, and smote Iob with maruelous sore byles, from the sole of hys fote vnto hys crowne:
8 so that he sat vpon the ground in the asshes, and scraped of the fylth of hys sores with a potsherde.