How long will you torment me and crush me with words?
How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
How long will you vex and torment me and break me in pieces with words?
How long will you harass me and crush me with words?
How long will you afflict my soul and wear me down with words?
How long do you afflict my soul, and break me in pieces with words?
How long until you stop talking? Show some sense, and then we can talk.
Then Job answered:
You have humiliated me ten times now, and you mistreat me without shame.
All of you have seen this for yourselves, why do you keep up this empty talk?
As God lives, who has deprived me of justice, and the Almighty who has made me bitter,
How long will you go on saying these things? Your words are a blast of wind.
There is one who speaks rashly, like a piercing sword; but the tongue of the wise brings healing.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue, and those who love it will eat its fruit.
They cried out with a loud voice, ‘Lord, the one who is holy and true, how long until you judge those who live on the earth and avenge our blood? ’
Because she nagged him day after day and pleaded with him until she wore him out,