“How long would you grieve my life, and crush me with words?
“When do you put an end to words? Understand, and let us then talk.
And Iyoḇ
These ten times you have insulted me, shamelessly you attack me.
See, all of you have seen it. Why then are you altogether vain?
“As Ě
“How long are you going to speak like this, since the words of your mouth are a strong wind?
How long would You forget me, O יהוה ? Forever? How long would You hide Your face from me?
My enemies have reproached me, Like a crushing of my bones, While they say to me all day long, “Where is your Elohim?”
His mouth was smoother than curds, Yet in his heart is fighting; His words were softer than oil, But they are drawn swords.
See, they belch out with their mouth, Swords are in their lips, For who is listening?
Who sharpen their tongue like a sword, And aim their arrows, a bitter word,
Rash speaking is like piercings of a sword, But the tongue of the wise is healing.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those loving it eat its fruit.
and they cried with a loud voice, saying, “How long, O Master, set-apart and true, until You judge and avenge our blood on those who dwell on the earth?”
And it came to be, when she pressed him daily with her words and urged him, so that his being was wearied to death,
