“I have heard many such things; Miserable comforters are you all!
So then, my beloved brethren, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath;
The former preach Christ from selfish ambition, not sincerely, supposing to add affliction to my chains;
For they persecute the ones You have struck, And talk of the grief of those You have wounded.
How forceful are right words! But what does your arguing prove?
Can flavorless food be eaten without salt? Or is there any taste in the white of an egg?
Then Job answered and said:
How then can you comfort me with empty words, Since falsehood remains in your answers?”
Reproach has broken my heart, And I am full of heaviness; I looked for someone to take pity, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.