2 I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are you all.
3 Shall vain words have an end? or what emboldens you that you answer?
4 I also could speak as you do: if your soul were in my soul's place, I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.
5 But I would strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would relieve your grief.
6 Though I speak, my grief is not relieved: and though I forbear, how am I eased?
7 But now he has made me weary: you have made desolate all my company.
8 And you have filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me bears witness to my face.