Surah 38: Sad
This is naught but an invention (1-11)
My previous dooms were justified (12-16)
We forced the hills to sing with David (17-29)
Solomon slashed their legs and necks (30-40)
Job, an excellent slave! (41-44)
Dhu'l-Kifl (45-49)
Female companions with modest gaze (50-54)
Lo! they will roast at the Fire (55-70)
Lo! I am about to create a mortal out of mire (71-88)