⁴ But ye are forgers of lies, ye are all physicians of no value.

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

³⁴ How then comfort ye me in vain, seeing in your answers there remaineth falsehood?

22 My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring?

¹¹ My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore; and my kinsmen stand afar off.

¹⁸ Why is my pain perpetual, and my wound incurable, which refuseth to be healed? wilt thou be altogether unto me as a liar, and as waters that fail?