I might make you strong with my mouth, and the moving of my lips would spare you.
I also could speak as you do; if your soul were in my soul's place. I could heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.
Though I speak, my pain is not held back, and though I forbear, in what way am I eased?
I chose out their way, and sat as chief; and I lived like a king in the army, as one who comforts the mourners.
To him who is afflicted, pity is due from his friend, but he forsakes the fear of the Almighty.
Right words are powerful, but what does your arguing argue?
Hope in Jehovah; be of good courage, and He shall make your heart strong; yea, hope in Jehovah.
Iron sharpens iron, so a man sharpens the face of his friend.
Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart; so does the sweetness of one's friend by advice from the heart.
Brothers, if a man is overtaken in a fault, you the spiritual ones restore such a one in the spirit of meekness, considering yourself, lest you also be tempted.