His sons went and held a feast in the house of each one on his birthday; and they sent and called for their three sisters to eat and to drink with them.

It was so, when the days of their feasting had run their course, 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 renounced God in their hearts." Job did so continually.

You forever prevail against him, and he departs. You change his face, and send him away.

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

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

Can you send forth lightnings, that they may go? Do they report to you, 'Here we are?'