<p class="poetry">Caravans<n id="1" /> turn aside from their routes;p> <p class="poetry">they go<n id="2" /> into the wasteland<n id="3" /> and perish.<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">Do not long for the cover of nightp> <p class="poetry">to drag people away from their homes.<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">You will come to your grave in a full age,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">As stacks of grain are harvested in their season.p>

<p class="poetry">As<n id="1" /> a cloud is dispersed and then disappears,<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">so the one who goes down to the grave<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">does not come up again.<n id="4" />p>

<p class="poetry">Even though his stature<n id="1" /> reaches to the heavensp> <p class="poetry">and his head touches the clouds,p>

<n id="1" /><p class="poetry">His thunder announces the coming storm,p> <p class="poetry">the cattle also, concerning the storm&#8217;s approach.p>

When<n id="1" /> the days of their feasting were finished,<n id="2" /> Job would send<n id="3" /> for them and sanctify<n id="4" /> them; he would get up early<n id="5" /> in the morning and offer burnt offerings according to<n id="6" /> the number of them all. For Job thought, &#8220;Perhaps<n id="7" /> my children<n id="8" /> have sinned and cursed<n id="9" /> God in their hearts.&#8221; This was Job&#8217;s customary practice.<n id="10" />p>

So now take<n id="1" /> seven bulls and seven rams and go to my servant Job and offer a burnt offering for yourselves. And my servant Job will intercede<n id="2" /> for you, and I will respect him,<n id="3" /> so that I do not deal with you<n id="4" /> according to your folly,<n id="5" /> because you have not spoken about me what is right, as my servant Job has.&#8221;<n id="6" />p>