Then Job answered:
I've heard many things like these. All of you are sorry comforters.
Will windy talk ever cease; what bothers you that you must argue?
In your situation I could speak like you; I could put words together to oppose you, shake my head over you.
I could heap up words, strengthen you with my speech; my trembling lips would be held in check.
If I speak, my pain is not eased; if I hold back, what have I lost?