Hold your peace, let me alone, that I may speak, and let come on me what will.

Mark well, O Job, hearken unto me: hold thy peace, and I will speak.

If not, hearken unto me: hold thy peace, and I shall teach thee wisdom.

I am as one mocked of his neighbour, who calleth upon God, and he answereth him: the just upright man is laughed to scorn.

He that is ready to slip with his feet is as a lamp despised in the thought of him that is at ease.

Is it good that he should search you out? or as one man mocketh another, do ye so mock him?

They have gaped upon me with their mouth; they have smitten me upon the cheek reproachfully; they have gathered themselves together against me.

My friends scorn me: but mine eye poureth out tears unto God.

Are there not mockers with me? and doth not mine eye continue in their provocation?