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.

For now it would be heavier than the sand of the sea: therefore my words are swallowed up.

Yet at the scent of water it will bud, and bring forth branches like a plant.

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

A dreadful sound 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 tambourine and harp, and rejoice at the sound of the flute.

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

Then I said, I shall die in my nest, and I shall multiply my days as the sand.

Hear attentively the noise of his voice, and the sound that goes out of his mouth.

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

He swallows the ground with fierceness and rage: neither does he halt at the sound of the trumpet.