But I would strengthen you with my mouth, And the solace of my lips should assuage your grief
I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake mine head at you.
Though I speak, my grief is not assuaged: And though I forbear, what am I eased?
I chose out their way, and sat as chief, And dwelt as a king in the army, As one that comforteth the mourners.
To him that is ready to faint kindness should be shewed from his friend; Even to him that forsaketh the fear of the Almighty.
How forcible are words of uprightness! But what doth your arguing reprove?
Wait on the LORD: Be strong, and let thine heart take courage; Yea, wait thou on the LORD.
Iron sharpeneth iron; So a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend.
Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart: So doth the sweetness of a man's friend that cometh of hearty counsel.
Brethren, even if a man be overtaken in any trespass, ye which are spiritual, restore such a one in a spirit of meekness; looking to thyself, lest thou also be tempted.