² When do ye set an end to words? Consider ye, and afterwards do we speak.

⁵ Let darkness and death-shade redeem it, Let a cloud tabernacle upon it, Let them terrify it as the most bitter of days.

⁶ That night -- let thick darkness take it, Let it not be united to days of the year, Into the number of months let it not come.

¹³ Whoso is answering a matter before he heareth, Folly it is to him and shame.

¹ And yet, I pray thee, O Job, Hear my speech and `to' all my words give ear.

² Hear ye diligently my word, And this is your consolation.

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

³ Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest?

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

⁶ Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend,

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

² Till when dost thou speak these things? And a strong wind -- sayings of thy mouth?

¹⁷ There the wicked have ceased troubling, And there rest do the wearied in power.

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