Bishops
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6 And the Lord sayde vnto Satan: Lo, he is in thyne hand, but saue his lyfe
7 So went Satan foorth from the presence of the Lorde, and smote Iob with sore byles, from the sole of his foote vnto his crowne
8 And he toke a potsharde to scrape hym: and he sat downe among the asshes