Thematic Bible




Thematic Bible



Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?


Then Job answered and said, I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all. Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?


But now they that are younger than I have me in derision, Whose fathers I disdained to set with the dogs of my flock. Yea, the strength of their hands, whereto should it profit me? Men in whom ripe age is perished. They are gaunt with want and famine; They gnaw the dry ground, in the gloom of wasteness and desolation. read more.
They pluck salt-wort by the bushes; And the roots of the broom are their food. They are driven forth from the midst of men ; They cry after them as after a thief; So that they dwell in frightful valleys, In holes of the earth and of the rocks. Among the bushes they bray; Under the nettles they are gathered together. They are children of fools, yea, children of base men; They were scourged out of the land. And now I am become their song, Yea, I am a byword unto them. They abhor me, they stand aloof from me, And spare not to spit in my face.

But ye are forgers of lies; Ye are all physicians of no value. Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom. Hear now my reasoning, And hearken to the pleadings of my lips. read more.
Will ye speak unrighteously for God, And talk deceitfully for him? Will ye show partiality to him? Will ye contend for God? Is it good that he should search you out? Or as one deceiveth a man, will ye deceive him? He will surely reprove you If ye do secretly show partiality. Shall not his majesty make you afraid, And his dread fall upon you? Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defences are defences of clay. Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak; And let come on me what will.

Then Job answered and said, I have heard many such things: Miserable comforters are ye all. Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest? read more.
I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

Surely there are mockers with me, And mine eye dwelleth upon their provocation.

Then Job answered and said, How long will ye vex my soul, And break me in pieces with words? These ten times have ye reproached me: Ye are not ashamed that ye deal hardly with me. read more.
And be it indeed that I have erred, Mine error remaineth with myself. If indeed ye will magnify yourselves against me, And plead against me my reproach;


And I say unto you, that every idle word that men shall speak, they shall give account thereof in the day of judgment. For by thy words thou shalt be justified, and by thy words thou shalt be condemned.

A fool's lips enter into contention, And his mouth calleth for stripes. A fool's mouth is his destruction, And his lips are the snare of his soul.


For in the multitude of dreams there are vanities, and in many words: but fear thou God.

As a thorn that goeth up into the hand of a drunkard, So is a parable in the mouth of fools.




The heart of him that hath understanding seeketh knowledge; But the mouth of fools feedeth on folly.




Wise men lay up knowledge; But the mouth of the foolish is a present destruction.

The lips of the wise disperse knowledge; But the heart of the foolish doeth not so.


The legs of the lame hang loose: So is a parable in the mouth of fools.


Oh that ye would altogether hold your peace! And it would be your wisdom.

Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest? I also could speak as ye do; If your soul were in my soul's stead, I could join words together against you, And shake my head at you.

Who is this that darkeneth counsel By words without knowledge?

Answer not a fool according to his folly, Lest thou also be like unto him.

Slander not a servant unto his master, Lest he curse thee, and thou be held guilty.

The beginning of the words of his mouth is foolishness; and the end of his talk is mischievous madness. A fool also multiplieth words: yet man knoweth not what shall be; and that which shall be after him, who can tell him?


Shall vain words have an end? Or what provoketh thee that thou answerest?