“How long will you torment my soul and break me in pieces with words?
“How long will it be until you put an end to words? Gain understanding, and afterwards we will speak.
Then Job answered:
These ten times you have reproached me; you are not ashamed that you have wronged me.
Behold, all of you have seen it; why then have you become altogether vain?
“As God lives, who has taken away my judgment, and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter,
“How long will you speak these things, and the words of your mouth be like a strong wind?
How long, O Lord? Will You forget me forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?
As a shattering of my bones, my enemies reproach me, while they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
His speech was smoother than butter, but war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.
Behold, they bellow with their mouth; swords are in their lips; for they say, “Who hears us?”
who sharpen their tongues like a sword, and aim bitter words like arrows,
The words of the rash are like the piercings of a sword, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.
They cried out with a loud voice, “How long, O Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until You judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”
Every day she nagged him with her words and pleaded with him until he was tired to death.