Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise; When he shutteth his lips, he is esteemed as prudent.
Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will.
Ye know this, my beloved brethren. But let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to wrath:
For a dream cometh with a multitude of business, and a fool’s voice with a multitude of words.
Therefore he that is prudent shall keep silence in such a time; for it is an evil time.
So these three men ceased to answer Job, because he was righteous in his own eyes.
How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words?
How long will ye hunt for words? Consider, and afterwards we will speak.
Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?
Should thy boastings make men hold their peace? And when thou mockest, shall no man make thee ashamed?
Hear now my reasoning, And hearken to the pleadings of my lips.
Mark me, and be astonished, And lay your hand upon your mouth.
And shall I wait, because they speak not, Because they stand still, and answer no more?