For I have not known to give flattering titles, In a little doth my Maker take me away.
For a portion he sheweth friendship, And the eyes of his sons are consumed.
Let me not, I pray you, accept the face of any, Nor unto man give flattering titles,
And yet, I pray thee, O Job, Hear my speech and `to' all my words give ear.
Of the uprightness of my heart `are' my sayings, And knowledge have my lips clearly spoken.
`Is mortal man than God more righteous? Than his Maker is a man cleaner?
Whoso is reproving a man afterwards findeth grace, More than a flatterer with the tongue.
A man taking a portion above his neighbour, Spreadeth a net for his own steps.
for now men do I persuade, or God? or do I seek to please men? for if yet men I did please -- Christ's servant I should not be.
for at no time did we come with speech of flattery, (as ye have known,) nor in a pretext for covetousness, (God `is' witness!)