How long will you torment my soul and break me in pieces with words?
Until when will you set a snare for words? Understand, and afterwards we will speak.
And Job answered and said,
And this, ten times you have blamed me; you are not ashamed that you have wronged me.
Behold, all you have seen it yourselves; why then do you become completely vain?
As God lives, He has taken away my judgment; and the Almighty has made my soul bitter.
How long will you speak these things, since the words of your mouth are like a strong wind?
To the Chief Musician. A Psalm of David. How long will You forget me, O Jehovah? Forever? How long will You hide Your face from me?
As with a sword in my bones, my enemies shame me; while they say daily to me, Where is your God?
The butterings of his mouth were forked, but war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.
Behold, they bellow out with their mouth; swords are in their lips; for they say, Who hears?
who sharpen their tongue like a sword, they tread their arrows, even a bitter word,
There are those who speak like the thrusts of a sword, but the tongue of the wise heals.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it shall eat the fruit of it.
And they cried with a loud voice, saying, Until when, Master, holy and true, do You not judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?
And it happened because she distressed him with her words daily, and urged him; and his soul was grieved to death.