Caravans turn aside from their routes; they go into the wasteland and perish.

Do not long for the cover of night to drag people away from their homes.

You will come to your grave in a full age, As stacks of grain are harvested in their season.

As a cloud is dispersed and then disappears, so the one who goes down to the grave does not come up again.

Even though his stature reaches to the heavens and his head touches the clouds,

His thunder announces the coming storm, the cattle also, concerning the storm’s approach.

When the days of their feasting were finished, Job would send for them and sanctify them; he would get up early in the morning and offer burnt offerings according to the number of them all. For Job thought, “Perhaps my children have sinned and cursed God in their hearts.” This was Job’s customary practice.

So now take seven bulls and seven rams and go to my servant Job and offer a burnt offering for yourselves. And my servant Job will intercede for you, and I will respect him, so that I do not deal with you according to your folly, because you have not spoken about me what is right, as my servant Job has.”