TSK · Job 29:22

"They are amazed. They answer no more. They don't have a word to say.

Your lips, my bride, drip like the honeycomb. Honey and milk are under your tongue. The smell of your garments is like the smell of Lebanon.

Son of man, set your face toward the south, and drop [your word] toward the south, and prophesy against the forest of the field in the South;

"Don't prophesy!" They prophesy. "Don't prophesy about these things. Disgrace won't overtake us."

No one was able to answer him a word, neither did any man dare ask him any more questions from that day forth.