They brayed like animals among the bushes and were huddled together under the nettles.

They come in as through a wide breach; amid the crash they come rolling in.

He strikes them for their wickedness, in a place where people can see,

Under the lotus trees it lies, in the secrecy of the reeds and the marsh.

“If evil is sweet in his mouth and he hides it under his tongue,

Under the whole heaven he lets it go, even his lightning to the far corners of the earth.

For he looks to the ends of the earth and observes everything under the heavens.

then let thorns sprout up in place of wheat, and in place of barley, weeds!” The words of Job are ended.

(Who has confronted me that I should repay? Everything under heaven belongs to me!)

I also could speak like you, if you were in my place; I could pile up words against you and I could shake my head at you.