Then Job answered and said,
I have heard many such things: miserable comforters [are] ye all.
Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest?
I also could speak as ye [do]: if your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, and shake mine head at you.
[But] I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips should asswage [your grief].
Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: and [though] I forbear, what am I eased?
But now he hath made me weary: thou hast made desolate all my company.
And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, [which] is a witness [against me]: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.
He teareth [me] in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.
They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.
