For I do not know how to flatter, Else my Maker would soon take me away.
He who speaks flattery to his friends, Even the eyes of his children will fail.
Let me not, I pray, show partiality to anyone; Nor let me flatter any man.
“But please, Job, hear my speech, And listen to all my words.
My words come from my upright heart; My lips utter pure knowledge.
‘Can a mortal be more righteous than God? Can a man be more pure than his Maker?
He who rebukes a man will find more favor afterward Than he who flatters with the tongue.
A man who flatters his neighbor Spreads a net for his feet.
For do I now persuade men, or God? Or do I seek to please men? For if I still pleased men, I would not be a bondservant of Christ.
For neither at any time did we use flattering words, as you know, nor a cloak for covetousness—God is witness.