Job 6:25

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How forcible are right words! but what doth your arguing reprove?

The stumbling one do thy words raise up, And bowing knees thou dost strengthen.

I might harden you with my mouth, And the moving of my lips might be sparing.

A rash speaker is like piercings of a sword, And the tongue of the wise is healing.

To the wise in heart is called, 'Intelligent,' And sweetness of lips increaseth learning.

Death and life are in the power of the tongue, And those loving it eat its fruit.

Apples of gold in imagery of silver, Is the word spoken at its fit times.

The preacher sought to find out pleasing words, and, written by the upright, words of truth.

O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.

Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?

And how do ye comfort me with vanity, And in your answers hath been left trespass?

And if not now, who doth prove me a liar, And doth make of nothing my word?

and against his three friends hath his anger burned, because that they have not found an answer, and condemn Job.