My body is clothed with worms and dirty scabs; my skin is broken and festering.

“How long will you speak these things, seeing that the words of your mouth are like a great wind?

Will they not instruct you and speak to you, and bring forth words from their understanding?

“How much less, then, can I answer him and choose my words to argue with him!

Is it good for you to oppress, to despise the work of your hands, while you smile on the schemes of the wicked?

“Should not this abundance of words be answered, or should this talkative man be vindicated?

Does not the ear test words, as the tongue tastes food?

But you, however, are inventors of lies; all of you are worthless physicians!

Listen carefully to my words; let your ears be attentive to my explanation.

Does he argue with useless talk, with words that have no value in them?

Are God’s consolations too trivial for you; or a word spoken in gentleness to you?

when you turn your rage against God and allow such words to escape from your mouth?

Let him not trust in what is worthless, deceiving himself; for worthlessness will be his reward.

Will there be an end to your windy words? Or what provokes you that you answer?

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.

But I would strengthen you with my words; comfort from my lips would bring you relief.

Surely now he has worn me out, you have devastated my entire household.

If I cry to corruption, ‘You are my father,’ and to the worm, ‘My Mother,’ or ‘My sister,’

“How long until you make an end of words? You must consider, and then we can talk.

He is driven from light into darkness and is banished from the world.