Wisdom/Hokhmah/Sophia:
Feminine Images of the Divine in Second Temple Judaism

THE WOMEN OF THE BOOK OF JOB:
JOB'S (FIRST) WIFE

Job 2:8-10
2:8 Job took a potsherd with which to scrape himself, and sat among the ashes.
2:9 His wife said to him, "Do you still persist in your integrity? Curse/Bless God, and die!"
2:10 But he said to her, "You speak as any foolish woman would speak. Should we receive the good at the hand of God, and not receive the bad?" In all this Job did not sin with his lips.

LXX (Greek) Job 2:9
2:9 And when much time had passed, his wife said to him: "How long will you persist, saying, 'Behold, I wait yet a little while, expecting the hope of my deliverance'? For, behold, your memorial is abolished from the earth, even your sons and daughters -- the pangs and pains of my womb that I bore in vain with sorrows! And you yourself sit down to spend the nights in the open air among the corruption of worms, while I am a wanderer and a servant from place to place and house to house, waiting for the setting of the sun, so that I may rest from my labors and my pangs, which now beset me. Rather, say some word against the Lord, and die!"

Testament of Job 24-25 (excerpts from a lengthy speech)
At once, my wife drew near. Crying out with tears she said to me: "Job, Job! How long will you sit on the dung-heap outside the city, thinking 'Only a little longer!" and awaiting hope for salvation? As for me, I am a vagabond and a maidservant going round from place to place. Your memorial is abolished from the earth, even your sons and daughters -- the pangs and pains of my womb that I bore in vain with sorrows! And you yourself sit down to spend the nights in the open air among the corruption of worms. And I for my part am a wretch immersed in labor by day and pain by night, just so I might provide a loaf of breads and bring it to you. Any more I barely receive my own food, and I divide that between you and me -- wondering in my heart that it is not bad enough for you to be ill, but neither do you get your fill of bread.

"So I venture unashamedly to go into the market... And the bread-seller says to me: 'Give me money and you shall receive.' But I also showed him our straits and then heard from him: 'If you have no money, woman, pay with the hair of your head and take three loaves. Perhaps you will live for three more days.' I said to him: 'Go ahead, cut my hair.' So he arose and cut my hair disgracefully in the market, while the crowd stood by and marveled."

"Job, Job!... In the weakness of my heart, my bones are crushed. Rise, take the loaves and be satisfied. And then speak some word against the Lord and die. Then I too shall be freed from weariness that issues from the pain of your body."