His sons used to go and hold a feast in the house of each one on his day, and they would send word and invite their three sisters to eat and drink with them.

When the days of feasting had completed their cycle, Job would send word to them and consecrate them, getting up early in the morning and offering burnt offerings according to the number of them all; for Job said, “Perhaps my sons have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” Job did so continually.

Then they sat down on the ground with him for seven days and seven nights, with no one speaking a word to him, for they saw that his pain was very great.

“If one ventures a word with you, will you become impatient? But who can refrain from speaking?

Your words have helped the stumbling to stand, And you have strengthened feeble knees.

“Now a word was brought to me secretly, And my ear received a whisper of it.

For then it would be heavier than the sand of the seas; For that reason my words have been rash.

But it is still my comfort, And I rejoice in unsparing pain, That I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

How painful are honest words! But what does your argument prove?

Do you intend to rebuke my words, When the words of one in despair belong to the wind?

“How long will you say these things, And the words of your mouth be a mighty wind?

Will they not teach you and tell you, And bring forth words from their minds?

How then can I answer Him, And choose my words before Him?

“Shall a multitude of words go unanswered, And a talkative man be acquitted?

Does the ear not put words to the test, As the palate tastes its food?

Should he argue with useless talk, Or with words which do not benefit?

Are the consolations of God too little for you, Or the word spoken gently to you?

That you can turn your spirit against God And produce such words from your mouth?

Is there no end to windy words? Or what provokes you that you answer?

I too could speak like you, If only I were in your place. I could compose words against you And shake my head at you.

“How long will you hunt for words? Show understanding, and then we can talk.

“How long will you torment me And crush me with words?

Job Says My Redeemer Lives

“Oh that my words were written! Oh that they were recorded in a book!

Please receive instruction from His mouth, And put His words in your heart.

I would learn the words which He would answer, And perceive what He would tell me.