How long will you torment my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
How long will it be before you make an end of words? consider, and afterwards we will speak.
Then Job answered and said,
These ten times have you reproached me: you are not ashamed that you have wronged me.
Behold, all you yourselves have seen it; why then are you thus altogether vain?
As God lives, who has taken away my right; and the Almighty, who has made bitter my soul;
How long will you speak these things? and how long shall the words of your mouth be like a strong wind?
[To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David.] How long will you forget me, O LORD? forever? how long will you hide your face from me?
As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, 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, yet were they drawn swords.
Behold, they bellow out with their mouths: swords are in their lips: for who, say they, does hear?
Who whet their tongue like a sword, and bend their bows to shoot their arrows, even bitter words:
There is one that speaks like the piercings of a sword: but the tongue of the wise brings health.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue: and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.
And they cried with a loud voice, saying, How long, O Lord, holy and true, do you not judge and avenge our blood on them that dwell on the earth?
And it came to pass, when she pressed him daily with her words, and urged him, so that his soul was vexed unto death;