² I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters `are' ye all.

⁴ And yet, ye `are' forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you,

⁵ O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom.

⁶ Eaten is an insipid thing without salt? Is there sense in the drivel of dreams?

²⁵ How powerful have been upright sayings, And what doth reproof from you reprove?

² Is a multitude of words not answered? And is a man of lips justified?

³ Thy devices make men keep silent, Thou scornest, and none is causing blushing!

² Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words?

³ These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me --

² What -- thou hast helped the powerless, Saved an arm not strong!

³ What -- thou hast given counsel to the unwise, And wise plans in abundance made known.

²⁶ For they have pursued him Thou hast smitten, And recount of the pain of Thy pierced ones.

¹⁶ the one, indeed, of rivalry the Christ do proclaim, not purely, supposing to add affliction to my bonds,

¹⁹ So then, my brethren beloved, let every man be swift to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger,