When a period of feasting had run its course, Job would make arrangements for them to be purified. Early in the morning he would sacrifice a burnt offering for each of them, thinking, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” This was Job’s regular custom.

His children are far from safety, crushed in court without a defender.

You will know that your children will be many, and your descendants like the grass of the earth.

When your children sinned against him, he gave them over to the penalty of their sin.

If their children are honored, they do not know it; if their offspring are brought low, they do not see it.

If anyone denounces their friends for reward, the eyes of their children will fail.

His children must make amends to the poor; his own hands must give back his wealth.

They see their children established around them, their offspring before their eyes.

They send forth their children as a flock; their little ones dance about.

It is said, ‘God stores up the punishment of the wicked for their children.’ Let him repay the wicked, so that they themselves will experience it!

Like wild donkeys in the desert, the poor go about their labor of foraging food; the wasteland provides food for their children.

However many his children, their fate is the sword; his offspring will never have enough to eat.

when the Almighty was still with me and my children were around me,

After this, Job lived a hundred and forty years; he saw his children and their children to the fourth generation.