I might strengthen you with my mouth, and my moving lips might bring relief.
Brothers, if a man is overtaken in some trespass, you the spiritual ones, set such a one straight in a spirit of meekness, looking at yourself lest you be tried too.
Iron is sharpened by iron, And a man sharpens the face of his friend.
Ointment and perfume gladden the heart, So one’s counsel is sweet to his friend.
Wait on יהוה, be strong, And let Him strengthen your heart! Wait, I say, on יהוה!
I chose the way for them, and sat as chief, and I dwelt like a sovereign in the army, like one who comforts mourners.
To a despiser of friends: shame! For he is forsaking the fear of the Almighty.
I might also speak like you, if you were in my place. I might heap up words against you, and shake my head at you.
If I speak, my pain is not relieved; and if I refrain, does it leave me?
Words of uprightness are harsh! But what does your reproving reprove?