Surely the squeezing of milk brings curds, and the squeezing of the nose brings blood, so the squeezing of wrath brings out strife.
And he took curds and milk and the son of the herd which he had prepared, and he set before them. And he stood by them under the tree. And they ate.
Hating stirs up strifes, but love covers all transgressions.
A man of fury stirs up strife, but one long to anger calms fighting.
A man of perversity sends out strife, and a talebearer separates from a friend.
The beginning of strife is like the releasing of water, therefore leave off striving before it breaks out.
As coal to burning embers, and wood to fire, so is a man of strife to kindle contention.
The proud in soul stirs up strife, but he who is trusting on Jehovah shall be made fat.
A man of anger stirs up contention, and a master of fury abounds in transgression.
The words of King Lemuel, the burden that his mother taught him: