How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing reprove?
A word fitly spoken Is like apples of gold in baskets of silver.
Death and life are in the power of the tongue; And they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.
There is that speaketh rashly like the piercings of a sword: But the tongue of the wise is health.
Also against his three friends was his wrath kindled, because they had found no answer, and yet had condemned Job.
And if it be not so now, who will prove me a liar, And make my speech nothing worth?
How then comfort ye me in vain, Seeing in your answers there remaineth only falsehood?
Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it should be your wisdom.
Thy words have upholden him that was falling, And thou hast confirmed the feeble knees
Teach me, and I will hold my peace: And cause me to understand wherein I have erred.
Do ye imagine to reprove words? Seeing that the speeches of one that is desperate are as wind.
Behold, all ye yourselves have seen it; Why then are ye become altogether vain?
A man hath joy in the answer of his mouth: And a word in due season, how good is it!