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 I say, ‘I will forget my complaint, I will change my expression, and smile,’

You overpower them once for all, and they are gone; you change their countenance and send them away.

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.

Even the little boys scorn me; when I appear, they ridicule me.

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.

For a little while they are exalted, and then they are gone; they are brought low and gathered up like all others; they are cut off like heads of grain.

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,

“Bear with me a little longer and I will show you that there is more to be said in God’s behalf.

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