And his sons went and feasted in the house of each one on his day. And they sent and called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them.

And when they had gone around the day of feasting, 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. So Job did always.

You overpower him forever, and he passes; You change his face, 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 to you, Here we are?

when they bow down and bring forth; they send out their pangs.

Who has sent out the wild ass free? Or who has loosed the bands of the wild ass,