I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are you all.
Therefore, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger:
The one preach Christ out of contention, not sincerely, supposing to add affliction to my bonds:
For they persecute him whom you have smitten; and they talk of the grief of those whom you have wounded.
How forceful are right words! but what does your arguing prove?
Can that which is tasteless be eaten without salt? or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Then Job answered and said,
How then do you comfort me in vain, seeing in your answers there remains falsehood?
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.
