² How long will ye hunt for words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.

⁵ Let darkness and the shadow of death claim it for their own; Let a cloud dwell upon it; Let all that maketh black the day terrify it.

⁶ As for that night, let thick darkness seize upon it: Let it not rejoice among the days of the year; Let it not come into the number of the months.

¹³ He that giveth answer before he heareth, It is folly and shame unto him.

¹ Howbeit, Job, I pray thee, hear my speech, And hearken to all my words.

² Hear diligently my speech; And let this be your consolations.

² I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all.

³ Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?

⁵ Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom.

⁶ Hear now my reasoning, And hearken to the pleadings of my lips.

² Should not the multitude of words be answered? And should a man full of talk be justified?

² How long wilt thou speak these things? And `how long' shall the words of thy mouth be `like' a mighty wind?

¹⁷ There the wicked cease from troubling; And there the weary are at rest.

¹⁹ Ye know `this', my beloved brethren. But let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath: