3 Is there no end to windy words?What sickness makes you rattle on?
4 I also could talk as you do,were you in my place.I could declaim over you,or wag my head at you;
5 I could strengthen you with talk,with mere chatter give relief.
6 If I speak, my pain is not relieved;if I stop speaking, nothing changes.
7 But now he has exhausted me;you have stunned all my companions.
8 You have shriveled me up; it is a witness,my gauntness rises up to testify against me;
9 His wrath tears and assails me,he gnashes his teeth against me;My enemy looks daggers at me.