I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are you all.
Then Job answered and said,
How then comfort you me in vain, seeing in your answers there remains falsehood?
How forcible are right words! but what does your arguing reprove?
Can that which is unsavory be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Reproach has broken my heart; and I am full of heaviness: and I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; and for comforters, but I found none.
For they persecute him whom you have smitten; and they talk to the grief of those whom you have wounded.
The one preach Christ of contention, not sincerely, supposing to add affliction to my bonds:
Why, my beloved brothers, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath: