<p class="poetry">&#8220;I have heard many things like these before.p> <p class="poetry">What miserable comforters<n id="1" /> are you all!p>

<p class="poetry">So how can you console me with your futile words?p> <p class="poetry">Nothing is left of your answers but deception!&#8221;<n id="1" />p>

<p class="poetry">If<n id="1" /> I say,<n id="2" /> &#8220;My bed will comfort me,<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">my couch will ease<n id="4" /> my complaint,&#8221;p>

<p class="poetry">Therefore I despise myself,<n id="1" />p> <p class="poetry">and I repent in dust and ashes!p>

<p class="poetry">I chose<n id="1" /> the way for them<n id="2" />p> <p class="poetry">and sat as their chief;<n id="3" />p> <p class="poetry">I lived like a king among his troops;p> <p class="poetry">I was like one who comforts mourners.<n id="4" />p>

<t /><p class="bodytext">When Job&#8217;s three friends heard about all this calamity that had happened to him, each of them came from his own country<n id="2" /> &#8211; Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite.<n id="3" /> They met together<n id="4" /> to come to show sympathy<n id="5" /> for him and to console<n id="6" /> him.

So they came to him, all his brothers and sisters and all who had known him before, and they dined<n id="1" /> with him in his house. They comforted him and consoled him for all the trouble the <sc>Lordsc> had brought on him, and each one gave him a piece of silver<n id="2" /> and a gold ring.<n id="3" />p>