Then they sat down with him on the ground for seven days and seven nights, yet no one spoke a word to him, for they saw that his pain was very great.

Then I would yet have my comfort, then I would rejoice, in spite of pitiless pain, for I have not concealed the words of the Holy One.

Only his flesh has pain for himself, and he mourns for himself."

Before his time he will be paid in full, and his branches will not flourish.

"But if I speak, my pain is not relieved, and if I refrain from speaking -- how much of it goes away?

"How often is the lamp of the wicked extinguished? How often does their misfortune come upon them? How often does God apportion pain to them in his anger?

Or a person is chastened by pain on his bed, and with the continual strife of his bones,