⁸ and Job sat in a dunghill, and he shaved away the quitter of him with a shell. (and then Job sat on a hill of dung, and scratched his sores with a shell.)

⁹ Forsooth his wife said to him, Dwellest thou yet in thy simpleness, that is, fondness? (And his wife said to him, Remaineth thou yet in thy integrity, that is, in thy foolishness?) Curse thou God, and die.

¹⁰ And Job said to her, Thou hast spoken as one of the fond women; if we have taken goods of the hand of the Lord, why forsooth suffer we not evils? In all these things Job sinned not in his lips. (And Job said to her, Thou hast spoken like the foolish woman that thou art; if we have received good from the Lord’s hand, then why should we not also suffer evil? And so in all these things Job did not sin with his lips.)