If the spirit of the ruler go up against thee, Thy place leave not, For yielding quieteth great sinners.
A man of fury stirreth up contention, And the slow to anger appeaseth strife.
By long-suffering is a ruler persuaded, And a soft tongue breaketh a bone.
There is an evil I have seen under the sun, As an error that goeth out from the ruler,
Be not troubled at his presence, thou mayest go, stand not in an evil thing, for all that he pleaseth he doth.