But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips should asswage your grief.
Brethren, if a man be overtaken in a fault, ye which are spiritual, restore such an one in the spirit of meekness; considering thyself, lest thou also be tempted.
Iron sharpeneth iron; So a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart: So doth the sweetness of a man's friend by hearty counsel.
Wait on the LORD: Be of good courage, and he shall strengthen thine heart: wait, I say, on the LORD.
I chose out their way, and sat chief, And dwelt as a king in the army, As one that comforteth the mourners.
To him that is afflicted pity should be shewed from his friend; But he forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
I also could speak as ye do: If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could heap up words against you, And shake mine head at you.
Though I speak, my grief is not asswaged: And though I forbear, what am I eased?
How forcible are right words! But what doth your arguing reprove?