“I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all!
Therefore, my beloved brothers, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, and slow to anger,
The former preach Christ out of contention, not sincerely, intending to add trouble to my circumstance.
For they persecute him whom You have struck, and they recount the pain of those whom You have wounded.
How forceful are right words! But what does your arguing prove?
Is tasteless food eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Then Job answered:
“How then can you comfort me with emptiness, since deceit remains in your answers?”
Reproach has broken my heart, and I am in despair. I looked for pity, but there was none, and for comforters, but I found none.