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So the Lord said to Satan, “Behold, he is in your hand, only spare his life.”

So Satan departed from the presence of the Lord and struck Job with loathsome boils and agonizingly painful sores from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head. And Job took a piece of broken pottery with which to scrape himself, and he sat [down] among the ashes (rubbish heaps).

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—Muy bien —dijo el Señor a Satanás—, Job está en tus manos. Eso sí, respeta su vida.

Dicho esto, Satanás se retiró de la presencia del Señor para afligir a Job con dolorosas úlceras desde la planta del pie hasta la coronilla. Y Job, sentado en medio de las cenizas, tomó un pedazo de teja para rascarse.

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