Honour me a little, and I shew thee, That yet for God are words.

From the golden north it cometh, Beside God is fearful honour.

Put on, I pray thee, excellency and loftiness, Yea, honour and beauty put on.

My honour is fresh with me, And my bow in my hand is renewed.

His sons come to honour, and he knoweth it not; and they are brought low, and he perceiveth it not.

Terrors are turned against me; they pursue mine honour as the wind; and my welfare is passed away like a cloud.

He hath spoiled me of mine honour, and taken the crown away from my head.

You have kept their hearts from wisdom: for this cause you will not give them honour.

Is it because you give him honour that he is sending punishment on you and is judging you?

Let me not give respect to any man, or give names of honour to any living.

For I am not able to give names of honour to any man; and if I did, my Maker would quickly take me away.