And his sons went and feasted in their houses, every one on his day; and sent and called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them.

And it was so, when the days of their feasting were finished, that Job sent and sanctified them, and rose up early in the morning, and offered burnt offerings according to the number of them all: for Job said, It may be that my sons have sinned, and cursed God in their hearts. Thus did Job continually.

You prevail forever against him, and he passes: you change his countenance, and send him away.

They send forth their little ones like a flock, and their children dance.

You have sent widows away empty, and the arms of the fatherless have been broken.

Can you send lightnings, that they may go, and say unto you, Here we are?