(7) В¶ So went Satan forth from the presence of the LORD, and smote Job with sore boils from the sole of his foot unto his crown. (8) And he took him a potsherd to scrape himself withal; and he sat down among the ashes.
Everything tended to aggravate Job's affliction, because added to the sores of the body, no doubt the enemy made the most furious attack on his soul. But here what a type was Job of his Redeemer; who in his unequalled seasons of temptation was at once oppressed with hunger, and driven out from men into the wilderness, the haunts of wild beasts, that the attack of the enemy might be the more powerful?