מָדוֹן

Why dost thou shew me iniquity, and cause me to behold grievance? for spoiling and violence are before me: and there are that raise up strife and contention.

Woe is me, my mother, that thou hast borne me a man of strife and a man of contention to the whole earth! I have neither lent on usury, nor men have lent to me on usury; yet every one of them doth curse me.

Frowardness is in his heart, he deviseth mischief continually; he soweth discord.

A wrathful man stirreth up strife: but he that is slow to anger appeaseth strife.

A froward man soweth strife: and a whisperer separateth chief friends.

The beginning of strife is as when one letteth out water: therefore leave off contention, before it be meddled with.

A brother offended is harder to be won than a strong city: and their contentions are like the bars of a castle.

It is better to dwell in the wilderness, than with a contentious and an angry woman.

Cast out the scorner, and contention shall go out; yea, strife and reproach shall cease.

Who hath woe? who hath sorrow? who hath contentions? who hath babbling? who hath wounds without cause? who hath redness of eyes?