For through the multitude of trial a dream comes; and a fool's voice is with a multitude of words.

The beginning of the words of his mouth is folly, and the end of his talk mischievous madness.

A fool moreover multiplies words. No man knows what has been, nor what will be. Who shall tell him what will come after him?

For we all stumble in many [ways]. If anyone does not stumble in word, he is a mature man, able also to bridle the whole body.

He that forbears to utter a hard word is discreet, and a patient man is wise.

Wisdom shall be imputed to a fool who asks after wisdom, and he who holds his peace shall seem to be sensible.

For the end, A Song of David, to Jeduthun. I said, I will take heed to my ways, that I sin not with my tongue; I set a guard on my mouth, while the sinner stood in my presence.

So then, my beloved brothers, let every man be quick to hear, slow to speak, slow to anger;

For we all stumble in many [ways]. If anyone does not stumble in word, he is a mature man, able also to bridle the whole body.