While he was yet speaking, there came also another, and said,
  Thy sons and thy daughters
  were eating and drinking wine in their eldest brother’s house: 
     and, behold,
  there came a great wind from the wilderness,
  and smote the four corners of the house,
     and it fell upon the young men,
     and they are dead;
     and I only am escaped alone to tell thee.

  Then Job arose, and rent his mantle, and shaved his head, and
  fell down upon the ground, and worshipped; and he said,
     Naked came I out of my mother’s womb,
     and naked shall I return thither: 
     the Lord gave, and the Lord hath taken away;
     blessed be the name of the Lord.

So the Adversary is foiled, and Job has not renounced God.  A second Council is held in Heaven; and the Adversary, being questioned, has to admit Job’s integrity, but proposes a severer test: 

  Skin for skin, yea, all that a man hath will he give for his
  life.  But put forth thine hand now, and touch his bone and
  his flesh, and he will renounce thee to thy face.

Again leave is given:  and the Adversary smites job with the most hideous and loathsome form of leprosy.  His kinsfolk (as we learn later) have already begun to desert and hold aloof from him as a man marked out by God’s displeasure.  But now he passes out from their midst, as one unclean from head to foot, and seats himself on the ash-mound—­that is, upon the Mezbele or heap of refuse which accumulates outside Arab villages.

‘The dung,’ says Professor Moulton, `which is heaped upon the Mezbele of the Hauran villages is not mixed with straw, which in that warm and dry land is not needed for litter, and it comes mostly from solid-hoofed animals, as the flocks and oxen are left over-night in the grazing places.  It is carried in baskets in a dry state to this place ... and usually burnt once a month....  The ashes remain....  If the village has been inhabited for centuries the Mezbele reaches a height far overtopping it.  The winter rains reduce it into a compact mass, and it becomes by and by a solid hill of earth....  The Mezbele serves the inhabitants for a watchtower, and in the sultry evenings for a place of concourse, because there is a current of air on the height.  There all day long the children play about it; and there the outcast, who has been stricken with some loathsome malady, and is not allowed to enter the dwellings of men, lays himself down begging an alms of the passers-by by day, and by night sheltering himself among the ashes which the heat of the sun has warmed.’

Here, then, sits in his misery ‘the forsaken grandee’; and here yet another temptation comes to him—­this time not expressly allowed by the Lord.  Much foolish condemnation (and, I may add, some foolish facetiousness) has been heaped on Job’s wife.  As a matter of fact she is not a wicked woman—­she has borne her part in the pious and happy family life, now taken away:  she has uttered no word of complaint though all the substance be swallowed up and her children with it.  But now the sight of her innocent husband thus helpless, thus incurably smitten, wrings, through love and anguish and indignation, this cry from her: