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

For, he that desireth to love, life, and to see good days, Let him cause his tongue to cease from mischief, and lips, that they speak not deceit;

Let him turn away from mischief, and do good, Let him seek peace, and pursue it;

They answered and said unto him - If this one had not been doing, mischief, unto thee, had we not delivered him up.

and, because he was of the same craft, he abode with them, and wrought, for they were tent-makers by their trade.