How long will you speak these things? and how long shall the words of your mouth be like a strong wind?

Who long for death, but it comes not; and dig for it more than for hidden treasures;

Oh that I might have my request; and that God would grant me the thing that I long for!

How long will you not look away from me, nor let me alone till I swallow down my spittle?

How long will it be before you make an end of words? consider, and afterwards we will speak.

How long will you torment my soul, and break me in pieces with words?

My righteousness I hold fast, and will not let it go: my heart shall not reproach me so long as I live.