Job Sits in Ashes as His Wife Pleads

Prompt

Job 2: Job, struck with sore boils from head to foot, sits among the ashes scraping himself with a broken piece of pottery, and his wife says to him, Do you still hold fast your integrity? Curse God, and die. Job sits large and central on a grey ash heap outside the town, in torn sackcloth, holding a potsherd, his face weary but steadfast as he answers her; his wife, in a deep red mantle and a cream head-veil, stands over him, one hand flung out in bitter despair, tears on her cheeks. Behind them a pale stone town wall and a clear, hot midday sky. Style: a blend of photo-realism and cinema, like a still from a big-budget film. Bright, rich, saturated, luminous colour, clear daylight or glowing golden light even in dramatic scenes, never murky or muddy, crisp detail, real human faces full of emotion, shallow depth of field, subtle film grain. Simple, uncluttered composition: ONE clear scene from this chapter, with the chapter's main character or characters large, close and central in the upper and middle frame, and a simple background. No montage, no collage, no inset vignettes, no crowd of small figures competing for attention. Historically accurate ancient Near Eastern clothing, architecture and landscape. Keep the bottom quarter of the frame simple and uncluttered (ground, water or sky) so a large chapter number can be set over it. Absolutely no text, no letters, no words, no numbers, no logos, no watermark, no border, no frame.