And his sons went and held a feast in the house of each one upon his day; and they 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 gone about, 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. Thus did Job continually.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the seas: Therefore have my words been rash.

Yet through the scent of water it will bud, And put forth boughs like a plant.

A sound of terrors is in his ears; In prosperity the destroyer shall come upon him.

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

They sing to the timbrel and harp, And rejoice at the sound of the pipe.

Thou hast sent widows away empty, And the arms of the fatherless have been broken.

How hast thou counselled him that hath no wisdom, And plentifully declared sound knowledge!

Then I said, I shall die in my nest, And I shall multiply my days as the sand:

Hear, oh, hear the noise of his voice, And the sound that goeth out of his mouth.

Canst thou send forth lightnings, that they may go, And say unto thee, Here we are?

Who hath sent out the wild ass free? Or who hath loosed the bonds of the swift ass,