TSK · Job 19:2

And as she laye vpon hym with her wordes, continually vexyng of him, his soule was encumbred eue vnto ye death.

When wyll ye make an ende of your wordes? Marke well, and then we wyll speake.

Behold, all ye your selues haue seene it, why then do ye thus vanishe in vanitie?

To the chiefe musition, a Psalme of Dauid. Howe long wylt thou forget me O God, for euer? howe long wilt thou hyde thy face from me?

The wordes of his mouth were softer then butter, yet warre was in his heart: his wordes were smother then oyle, and yet be they very swordes.

Who haue whet their tongue lyke a sword: who haue drawne their arrow, euen a bitter worde.

Death and life are in the instrument of the tongue, and they that loue it, shall eate the fruite thereof.

And iust Lot, vexed with ye vncleane conuersatio of the wicked, deliuered he.