Even a fool is counted wise when he holds his peace; When he shuts his lips, he is considered perceptive.
Oh, that you would be silent, And it would be your wisdom!
The tongue of the wise uses knowledge rightly, But the mouth of fools pours forth foolishness.
A fool also multiplies words. No man knows what is to be; Who can tell him what will be after him?
For a dream comes through much activity, And a fool’s voice is known by his many words.
Even when a fool walks along the way, He lacks wisdom, And he shows everyone that he is a fool.
A man who isolates himself seeks his own desire; He rages against all wise judgment.
And I have waited, because they did not speak, Because they stood still and answered no more.