See now that I, even I, am he, and there is no god with me: I kill, and I make alive; I wound, and I heal: neither is there any that can deliver out of my hand.
And the LORD said unto Satan, Hast thou considered my servant Job, that there is none like him in the earth, a perfect and an upright man, one that feareth God, and escheweth evil? and still he holdeth fast his integrity, although thou movedst me against him, to destroy him without cause.
Then said his wife unto him, Dost thou still retain thine integrity? curse God, and die.
Behold, he taketh away, who can hinder him? who will say unto him, What doest thou?
Though I were perfect, yet would I not know my soul: I would despise my life.
Yea, before the day was I am he; and there is none that can deliver out of my hand: I will work, and who shall let it?