How long will you make my life bitter, crushing me with words?
How long will it be before you have done talking? Get wisdom, and then we will say what is in our minds.
And Job made answer and said,
Ten times now you have made sport of me; it gives you no sense of shame to do me wrong.
Truly, you have all seen it yourselves; why then have you become completely foolish?
By the life of God, who has taken away my right; and of the Ruler of all, who has made my soul bitter;
How long will you say these things, and how long will the words of your mouth be like a strong wind?
To the chief music-maker. A Psalm. Of David. Will you for ever put me out of your memory, O Lord? will your face for ever be turned away from me?
The cruel words of my haters are like a crushing of my bones; when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
The words of his mouth were smoother than butter, but war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, but they were sharp swords.
See, hate is dropping from their lips; curses are on their tongues: they say, Who gives attention to it?
Who make their tongues sharp like a sword, and whose arrows are pointed, even bitter words;
There are some whose uncontrolled talk is like the wounds of a sword, but the tongue of the wise makes one well again.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue; and those to whom it is dear will have its fruit for their food.
And they gave a great cry, saying, How long will it be, O Ruler, holy and true, before you take your place as judge and give punishment for our blood to those on the earth?
So day after day she gave him no peace, for ever questioning him till his soul was troubled to death.