Rotherham(i)
7 So the accuser went forth from the presence of Yahweh,––and smote Job with a sore boil, from the sole of his foot, unto his crown.
8 And he took him a potsherd, to scrape himself therewith; he being seated in the midst of ashes.
9 Then said his wife unto him, Art thou still holding fast thine integrity? Curse God, and die!
10 And he said unto her, As one of the base women speaketh, speakest thou? Blessing, shall we accept from God, and, misfortune, shall we not accept? In all this, Job sinned not with his lips.