Will he make many supplications unto thee? Or will he speak soft words unto thee?
that say to the seers, See not; and to the prophets, Prophesy not unto us right things, speak unto us smooth things, prophesy deceits,
By long forbearing is a ruler persuaded, And a soft tongue breaketh the bone.
The poor useth entreaties; But the rich answereth roughly.
A soft answer turneth away wrath; But a grievous word stirreth up anger.
His mouth was smooth as butter, But his heart was war: His words were softer than oil, Yet were they drawn swords.
Canst thou put a rope into his nose? Or pierce his jaw through with a hook?
Will he make a covenant with thee, That thou shouldest take him for a servant for ever?
Now therefore, if ye will obey my voice indeed, and keep my covenant, then ye shall be mine own possession from among all peoples: for all the earth is mine:
The earth is Jehovah’s, and the fulness thereof; The world, and they that dwell therein.
The silver is mine, and the gold is mine, saith Jehovah of hosts.