For he observed himself, and is gone away, and, straightway, it hath escaped him, - what manner of man, he was!

What profit, my brethren, - if one should be saying he hath, faith, but hath not, works; can his faith save him?

But, the tongue, none of mankind can, tame, - A restless mischief! Full of deadly poison

Is it possible, my brethren, for, a fig-tree, to produce, olives, or, a vine, figs? Neither can, salt, water yield, sweet.

Come now! ye that say - Today or To-morrow, we will journey unto this city here, and will spend there a year, and will trade and get gain, -