How long will ye, grieve my soul, and crush me with words?
How long will ye set an end to words? Ye shall understand, and afterwards we will speak.
And Job will answer and say,
These ten times ye will reproach me: ye will not be ashamed, ye will injure me.
Behold, all ye yourselves saw; and wherefore this, will ye breathe out vanity?
God lives, he removed my judgment; and the Almighty embittered my soul;
How long wilt thou speak these things? and the great spirit of the words of thy mouth?
To the overseer; chanting of David.
With a breaking of my bones mine enemies reproached me, in their saying all the day, Where their God?
They were divided from the wrath of his mouth, and his heart drew near: his words were soft above oil, and they drawn swords.
Behold, they will gush out with their mouth: swords in their lips: for who heard?
Who sharpened as a sword their tongue, they bent their arrows a bitter word:
There is he talking idly as the piercings of the sword: and the tongue of the wise is healing.
Death and life in the hand of the tongue: and they loving it shall eat its fruit
And they cried with a great voice, saying, Till when, Lord, holy and true, dost thou not judge and avenge our blood of them dwelling upon earth
And it will be in her pressing upon him with her words all the days, and she will urge him, and his soul will be shortened to death;