I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
If I speak, my pain is not restrained, And I cease -- what goeth from me?
I choose their way, and sit head, And I dwell as a king in a troop, When mourners he doth comfort.
To a despiser of his friends `is' shame, And the fear of the Mighty he forsaketh.
How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?
Look unto Jehovah -- be strong, And He doth strengthen thy heart, Yea, look unto Jehovah!
Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend.
Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.
Brethren, if a man also may be overtaken in any trespass, ye who `are' spiritual restore such a one in a spirit of meekness, considering thyself -- lest thou also may be tempted;