“How long will you torment me and crush me with your words?
“How long until you make an end of words? You must consider, and then we can talk.
Then Job answered:
These ten times you have been reproaching me; you are not ashamed to attack me!
If you yourselves have all seen this, Why in the world do you continue this meaningless talk?
“As surely as God lives, who has denied me justice, the Almighty, who has made my life bitter –
“How long will you speak these things, seeing that the words of your mouth are like a great wind?
How long, Lord, will you continue to ignore me? How long will you pay no attention to me?
My enemies’ taunts cut into me to the bone, as they say to me all day long, “Where is your God?”
His words are as smooth as butter, but he harbors animosity in his heart. His words seem softer than oil, but they are really like sharp swords.
Look, they hurl insults at me and openly threaten to kill me, for they say, “Who hears?”
They sharpen their tongues like a sword; they aim their arrow, a slanderous charge,
Speaking recklessly is like the thrusts of a sword, but the words of the wise bring healing.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love its use will eat its fruit.
They cried out with a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Master, holy and true, before you judge those who live on the earth and avenge our blood?”
She nagged him every day and pressured him until he was sick to death of it.