1 Then Job answered and said,
2 Many times I have heard such things; miserable comforters are ye all.
3 Shall vain words have an end? Or what is it that emboldens thee to answer?
4 I also could speak as ye do. I wish your soul were in my soul’s stead, that I could heap up words against you and shake my head at you.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the consolation of my lips would assuage the pain.
6 Though if I speak, my pain does not cease; and if I forbear to speak, it does not depart from me.
7 But now he has made me weary; thou hast made desolate all my company.