Job 16:2

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I have heard many such things: miserable comforters are ye all.

Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?

Is a multitude of words not answered? And is a man of lips justified?

O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.

Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?

What -- thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!

So then, my brethren beloved, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger,

And yet, ye are forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you,

For they have pursued him Thou hast smitten, And recount of the pain of Thy pierced ones.

the one, indeed, of rivalry the Christ do proclaim, not purely, supposing to add affliction to my bonds,