Their insults are painful and make me lose heart; I look for sympathy, but receive none, for comforters, but find none.

Like a fluttering bird or like a flying swallow, so a curse without cause does not come to rest.

When Job’s three friends heard about all this calamity that had happened to him, each of them came from his own country – Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite. They met together to come to show sympathy for him and to console him.