Until when will you torment my soul and break me in pieces with words?
Until when will you put an end to words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.
And Job answered and said:
This ten times you have shamed me; you are not ashamed that you have wronged me.
Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; And why have you become vain with this vanity?
As God lives, He has turned aside my judgment; yea, the Almighty has made my soul bitter.
Until when will you speak these things, and the words of your mouth will be like a mighty wind?
To the chief musician. A Psalm of David. Until when will You forget me, O Jehovah? Forever? Until when will You hide Your face from me?
With shattering in my bones ones distressing me reproach me, when they say to me every day, Where is your God?
The butterings of his mouth were smooth, but war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, but they were as drawn swords.
Behold, they belch forth with their mouth; swords are in their lips; for they say, Who hears?
who sharpen their tongue like a sword; they tread their arrows, a bitter word,
There is a rash speaking like thrusts of a sword, but the tongue of the wise ones is healing.
Death and life are in the hand of the tongue, and those who love it shall eat its fruit.
And they cried with a great voice, saying, Until when, holy and true Master, do You not judge and take vengeance for our blood, from the ones dwelling on the earth?
And it happened, because she distressed him with her words all the days, and urged him; and his soul was shortened, even to death,