Then Job answered, “I have heard many such things.
You are all miserable comforters!
Shall vain words have an end?
Or what provokes you that you answer?
I also could speak as you do.
If your soul were in my soul’s place, I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you, but I would strengthen you with my mouth.
The solace of my lips would relieve you.
“Though I speak, my grief is not subsided.
Though I forbear, what am I eased?
But now, God, you have surely worn me out.
You have made all my company desolate.