“I have heard many matters like these; all of you are comforters of trouble!
So then, my beloved brothers, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath,
the former announce Messiah from selfish ambition, not sincerely, thinking to add distress to my chains,
For they persecute him whom You have smitten, And talk about the pain of those You have wounded.
Words of uprightness are harsh! But what does your reproving reprove?
Is tasteless food eaten without salt? Is there any flavour in the juice of mallows?
And Iyoḇ
How then do you comfort me in vain, seeing that perverseness remains in your answers?”
Reproach has broken my heart and I am sick; I looked for sympathy, but there was none; And for comforters, but I found none.