I might strengthen you with my mouth, and the moving of my lips could spare you.
I also could speak as you. If your soul were in the place of my soul, I could bind words against you and shake at you with my head.
If I speak, my pain is not held back; and if I forbear, what part of me goes away?
I chose out their way, and sat as chief; and I lived like a king among the troops; as the mourners, and he who comforts.
To the despairing one, pity is due from his friend; for he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
How powerful are right speeches, but what does arguing from you argue?
Hope in Jehovah; be strong and He will make strong your heart; yea, hope in Jehovah!
Iron on iron sharpens, and a man sharpens the face of his friend.
Oil and perfume rejoice the heart, and one’s friend is sweet from the counsel of the soul.
Brothers, if a man is taken in some deviation, you, the spiritual ones, restore such a one in the spirit of meekness, considering yourself, that you not also be tempted.