And his sons have gone and made a banquet -- the house of each in his day -- and have sent and called to their three sisters to eat and to drink with them;

and it cometh to pass, when they have gone round the days of the banquet, that Job doth send and sanctify them, and hath risen early in the morning, and caused to ascend burnt-offerings -- the number of them all -- for Job said, 'Perhaps my sons have sinned, yet blessed God in their heart.' Thus doth Job all the days.

As a flower he hath gone forth, and is cut off, And he fleeth as a shadow and standeth not.

Waters have gone away from a sea, And a river becometh waste and dry.

Seize on the heel doth a gin, Prevail over him do the designing.

Is it a delight to the Mighty One That thou art righteous? is it gain, That thou makest perfect thy ways?

Lo, wild asses in a wilderness, They have gone out about their work, Seeking early for prey, A mixture for himself -- food for young ones.

Naked, they have gone without clothing, And hungry -- have taken away a sheaf.

My bowels have boiled, and have not ceased, Gone before me have days of affliction.

Mourning I have gone without the sun, I have risen, in an assembly I cry.

If my step doth turn aside from the way, And after mine eyes hath my heart gone, And to my hands cleaved hath blemish,

Safe are their young ones, They grow up in the field, they have gone out, And have not returned to them.