“How long will you torment me and depress me with words?
“How long before your words will end? Think it through, and then we’ll talk.
Then Job replied ⌞to his friends⌟,
You have insulted me ten times now. You’re not even ashamed of mistreating me.
Certainly, you have all seen it. Why then do you chatter on about such nonsense?
“I swear an oath by God, the one who has taken away my rights, by the Almighty, who has made my life bitter:
“How long will you say these things? How long will your words be so windy?
How long, O Lord? Will you forget me forever? How long will you hide your face from me?
With a shattering blow to my bones, my enemies taunt me. They ask me all day long, “Where is your God?”
His speech is smoother than butter, but there is war in his heart. His words are more soothing than oil, but they are like swords ready to attack.
See what pours out of their mouths— swords from their lips! ⌞They think,⌟ “Who will hear us?”
They sharpen their tongues like swords. They aim bitter words like arrows
Careless words stab like a sword, but the words of wise people bring healing.
The tongue has the power of life and death, and those who love to talk will have to eat their own words.
They cried out in a loud voice, “Holy and true Master, how long before you judge and take revenge on those living on earth who shed our blood?”
Every day she made his life miserable with her questions. She pestered him until he wished he were dead.
