3 Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden  thee that thou answerest?
         
                                
                        4 I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my  soul`s stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at  you with my head.
         
                                
                        5 I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips  might be sparing.
         
                                
                        6 If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what  goeth from me?
         
                                
                        7 Only, now, it hath wearied me; Thou hast desolated all my  company,
         
                                
                        8 And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And  rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.
         
                                
                        9 His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at  me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.