For how could I bear to see the disaster that would befall my people? How could I bear to see the destruction of my kindred?”

Now when Job’s three friends—Eliphaz the Temanite, Bildad the Shuhite, and Zophar the Naamathite—heard about all this adversity that had come upon him, each of them came from his home, and they met together to go and sympathize with Job and comfort him.

A despairing man should have the kindness of his friend, even if he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.

My breath is repulsive to my wife, and I am loathsome to my own family.

Then Eliphaz the Temanite replied:

Then Bildad the Shuhite replied:

I paced about as for my friend or brother; I was bowed down with grief, like one mourning for his mother.

But it is you, a man like myself, my companion and close friend.

My companion attacks his friends; he violates his covenant.

All the brothers of a poor man hate him—how much more do his friends avoid him! He may pursue them with pleading, but they are nowhere to be found.

Seldom set foot in your neighbor’s house, lest he grow weary and hate you.

Like one who removes a garment on a cold day or vinegar poured on a wound is one who sings songs to a heavy heart.