What man is like Job, who drinks derision like water!

The mountains skipped like rams, the hills like lambs.

They look like horses; they charge ahead like war horses.

Is not Calneh like Carchemish? Hamath like Arpad? Samaria like Damascus?

Surely they will be totally consumed like entangled thorn bushes, like the drink of drunkards, like very dry stubble.

They are like valleys stretched forth, like gardens by the river’s side, like aloes that the Lord has planted, and like cedar trees beside the waters.

(Now the manna was like coriander seed, and its color like the color of bdellium.

They glide by like reed boats, like an eagle that swoops down on its prey.

Did you not pour me out like milk, and curdle me like cheese?

So I waste away like something rotten, like a garment eaten by moths.

“May my enemy be like the wicked, my adversary like the unrighteous.

If he piles up silver like dust and stores up clothing like mounds of clay,

Inside I am like wine which has no outlet, like new wineskins ready to burst!

The earth takes shape like clay under a seal; its features are dyed like a garment.

He makes Lebanon skip like a calf and Sirion like a young ox.

For they will quickly dry up like grass, and wither away like plants.

Their venom is like that of a snake, like a deaf serpent that does not hear,

Let them disappear like water that flows away! Let them wither like grass!

He will descend like rain on the mown grass, like showers that drench the earth.

Yet you will die like mortals; you will fall like all the other rulers.”