Job

And Job made answer and said,

Such things have frequently come to my ears: you are comforters who only give trouble.

May words which are like the wind be stopped? or what is troubling you to make answer to them?

It would not be hard for me to say such things if your souls were in my soul's place; joining words together against you, and shaking my head at you:

I might give you strength with my mouth, and not keep back the comfort of my lips.

If I say what is in my mind, my pain becomes no less: and if I keep quiet, how much of it goes from me?

But now he has overcome me with weariness and fear, and I am in the grip of all my trouble.

It has come up as a witness against me, and the wasting of my flesh makes answer to my face.