By forbearancea rulermay be persuaded,And a softtonguebreaksthe bone.
"Will he makemanysupplicationsto you, Orwill he speakto you softwords?
A gentleanswerturnsawaywrath,But a harshwordstirsup anger.
The furyof a kingis [like] messengersof death,But a wisemanwill appeaseit.
He whois slowto angeris betterthanthe mighty,And he who ruleshis spirit,thanhe who capturesa city.
Ifthe ruler'stemperrisesagainstyou, do not abandonyour position,becausecomposureallaysgreatoffenses.
So he scrapedthe honey into his handsand wenton, eatingas he went.When he cameto his fatherand mother,he gave[some] to them and they ate[it]; but he did not tellthem that he had scrapedthe honeyout of the bodyof the lion.
But oneof the youngmentoldAbigail,Nabal'swife,saying,"Behold,Davidsentmessengersfrom the wildernessto greetour master,and he scornedthem.
