“How long will you torment me, and break me in pieces with words?
they cried out with a loud voice, “O Sovereign Lord, holy and true, how long before thou wilt judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell upon the earth?”
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruits.
There is one whose rash words are like sword thrusts, but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
who whet their tongues like swords, who aim bitter words like arrows,
There they are, bellowing with their mouths, and snarling with their lips— for “Who,” they think, “will hear us?”
His speech was smoother than butter, yet war was in his heart; his words were softer than oil, yet they were drawn swords.
As with a deadly wound in my body, my adversaries taunt me, while they say to me continually, “Where is your God?”
How long, O Lord? Wilt thou forget me for ever? How long wilt thou hide thy face from me?
“As God lives, who has taken away my right, and the Almighty, who has made my soul bitter;
“How long will you hunt for words? Consider, and then we will speak.
“How long will you say these things, and the words of your mouth be a great wind?
And when she pressed him hard with her words day after day, and urged him, his soul was vexed to death.
Then Job answered:
These ten times you have cast reproach upon me; are you not ashamed to wrong me?
Behold, all of you have seen it yourselves; why then have you become altogether vain?