Job 16:6

Shall vain words have an end?

Or what provokes you that you answer?

I also could speak as you do.

If your soul were in my soul’s place,

I could join words together against you,

and shake my head at you,

but I would strengthen you with my mouth.

The solace of my lips would relieve you.

But now, God, you have surely worn me out.

You have made all my company desolate.

You have shriveled me up. This is a witness against me.

My leanness rises up against me.

It testifies to my face.

He has torn me in his wrath and persecuted me.

He has gnashed on me with his teeth.

My adversary sharpens his eyes on me.