Then Job answered:
"I have heard many such things; miserable comforters are you all.
Have windy words no limit? Or what provokes you that you keep on talking?
I also could talk as you do, if you were in my place; I could join words together against you, and shake my head at you.
I could encourage you with my mouth, and the solace of my lips would assuage your pain.
"If I speak, my pain is not assuaged, and if I forbear, how much of it leaves me?
Surely now God has worn me out; he has made desolate all my company.