God can’t stand evil scheming, but he puts words of grace and beauty on display.
My heart bursts its banks, spilling beauty and goodness. I pour it out in a poem to the king, shaping the river into words: * * *
God can’t stand deceivers, but oh how he relishes integrity.
Congenial conversation—what a pleasure! The right word at the right time—beautiful!
God smashes the pretensions of the arrogant; he stands with those who have no standing.
A greedy and grasping person destroys community; those who refuse to exploit live and let live.
Gracious speech is like clover honey— good taste to the soul, quick energy for the body.