The Book of Proverbs

As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, So honour [is] not comely for a fool.

As a bird by wandering, as a swallow by flying, So reviling without cause doth not come.

A whip is for a horse, a bridle for an ass, And a rod for the back of fools.

Answer not a fool according to his folly, Lest thou be like to him -- even thou.

Answer a fool according to his folly, Lest he be wise in his own eyes.

Weak have been the two legs of the lame, And a parable in the mouth of fools.

As one who is binding a stone in a sling, So [is] he who is giving honour to a fool.

A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.

Great [is] the Former of all, And He is rewarding a fool, And is rewarding transgressors.

As a dog hath returned to its vomit, A fool is repeating his folly.

Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eyes, More hope of a fool than of him!

The slothful hath said, 'A lion [is] in the way, A lion [is] in the broad places.'

The door turneth round on its hinge, And the slothful on his bed.

The slothful hath hid his hand in a dish, He is weary of bringing it back to his mouth.

Wiser [is] the slothful in his own eyes, Than seven [men] returning a reason.

Laying hold on the ears of a dog, [Is] a passer-by making himself wrath for strife not his own.

As [one] pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,

So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, 'Am not I playing?'

Without wood is fire going out, And without a tale-bearer, contention ceaseth,

Coal to burning coals, and wood to fire, And a man of contentions to kindle strife.

The words of a tale-bearer [are] as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down [to] the inner parts of the heart.

Silver of dross spread over potsherd, [Are] burning lips and an evil heart.

By his lips doth a hater dissemble, And in his heart he placeth deceit,

When his voice is gracious trust not in him, For seven abominations [are] in his heart.

Hatred is covered by deceit, Revealed is its wickedness in an assembly.

Whoso is digging a pit falleth into it, And the roller of a stone, to him it turneth.

A lying tongue hateth its bruised ones, And a flattering mouth worketh an overthrow!