i have heard many such things miserable comforters
shall vain words have an end or what emboldeneth thee that thou answerest
i also could speak as ye do if your soul were in my souls stead i could heap up words against you and shake mine head at
but i would strengthen you with my mouth and the moving of my lips should asswage
though i speak my grief is not asswaged and though i forbear what am i eased
but now he hath made me weary thou hast made desolate all my company
and thou hast filled me with wrinkles which is a witness against me and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face
he teareth me in his wrath who hateth me he gnasheth upon me with his teeth mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes
they have gaped upon me with their mouth they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully they have gathered themselves together
god hath delivered me to the ungodly and turned me over into the hands of the wicked
i was at ease but he hath broken me asunder he hath also taken me by my neck and shaken me to pieces and set me up for his mark
his archers compass me round about he cleaveth my reins asunder and doth not spare he poureth out my gall upon the ground
he breaketh me with breach upon breach he runneth upon me like a giant
i have sewed sackcloth upon my skin and defiled my horn in the dust
my face is foul with weeping and on my eyelids is the shadow of death
not for any injustice in mine hands also my prayer is pure
o earth cover not thou my blood and let my cry have no place
also now behold my witness is in heaven and my record is on high
my friends scorn me but mine eye poureth out tears unto god
o that one might plead for a man with god as a man pleadeth for his neighbour
when a few years are come then i shall go the way whence i shall not return