Then Job defended himself:
"I've had all I can take of your talk. What a bunch of miserable comforters!
Is there no end to your windbag speeches? What's your problem that you go on and on like this?
If you were in my shoes, I could talk just like you. I could put together a terrific harangue and really let you have it.
But I'd never do that. I'd console and comfort, make things better, not worse!
"When I speak up, I feel no better; if I say nothing, that doesn't help either.
I feel worn down. God, you have wasted me totally - me and my family!