I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.
Ye know this, my beloved brethren. But let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:
the one do it of love, knowing that I am set for the defence of the gospel;
For they persecute him whom thou hast smitten; And they tell of the sorrow of those whom thou hast wounded.
How forcible are words of uprightness! But your reproof, what doth it reprove?
Can that which hath no savor be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Then Job answered and said,
How then comfort ye me in vain, Seeing in your answers there remaineth only falsehood?
Reproach hath 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.