‘My breath is offensive to my wife’ – so lamented Job as he suffered miserably. We’re told that he sat amongst the ashes and scraped the itching, painful sores that afflicted him from the soles of his feet to the top of his head. We know that his suffering included loss of weight, fever, nightmares and sleeplessness, elephantiasis, aching, rotten bones, depression, putrid breath and failing vision. When his friends saw him from a distance they simply sat down and wept. So in the depths of misery is there any hope for humanity?