Proverbs 26-27

Proverbs 26

¹As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, So honour is not comely for a fool.

²As a bird by wandering, as a swallow by flying, So reviling without cause doth not come.

³A whip is for a horse, a bridle for an ass, And a rod for the back of fools.

⁴Answer not a fool according to his folly, Lest thou be like to him -- even thou.

⁵Answer a fool according to his folly, Lest he be wise in his own eyes.

⁶He is cutting off feet, he is drinking injury, Who is sending things by the hand of a fool.

⁷Weak have been the two legs of the lame, And a parable in the mouth of fools.

⁸As one who is binding a stone in a sling, So is he who is giving honour to a fool.

⁹A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.

¹⁰Great is the Former of all, And He is rewarding a fool, And is rewarding transgressors.

¹¹As a dog hath returned to its vomit, A fool is repeating his folly.

¹²Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eyes, More hope of a fool than of him!

¹³The slothful hath said, ‘A lion is in the way, A lion is in the broad places.'

¹⁴The door turneth round on its hinge, And the slothful on his bed.

¹⁵The slothful hath hid his hand in a dish, He is weary of bringing it back to his mouth.

¹⁶Wiser is the slothful in his own eyes, Than seven men returning a reason.

¹⁷Laying hold on the ears of a dog, Is a passer-by making himself wrath for strife not his own.

¹⁸As one pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,

¹⁹So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, ‘Am not I playing?'

²⁰Without wood is fire going out, And without a tale-bearer, contention ceaseth,

²¹Coal to burning coals, and wood to fire, And a man of contentions to kindle strife.

²²The words of a tale-bearer are as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down to the inner parts of the heart.

²³Silver of dross spread over potsherd, Are burning lips and an evil heart.

²⁴By his lips doth a hater dissemble, And in his heart he placeth deceit,

²⁵When his voice is gracious trust not in him, For seven abominations are in his heart.

²⁶Hatred is covered by deceit, Revealed is its wickedness in an assembly.

²⁷Whoso is digging a pit falleth into it, And the roller of a stone, to him it turneth.

²⁸A lying tongue hateth its bruised ones, And a flattering mouth worketh an overthrow!

Proverbs 27

¹Boast not thyself of to-morrow, For thou knowest not what a day bringeth forth.

²Let another praise thee, and not thine own mouth, A stranger, and not thine own lips.

³A stone is heavy, and the sand is heavy, And the anger of a fool Is heavier than they both.

⁴Fury is fierce, and anger is overflowing, And who standeth before jealousy?

⁵Better is open reproof than hidden love.

⁶Faithful are the wounds of a lover, And abundant the kisses of an enemy.

⁷A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And to a hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

⁸As a bird wandering from her nest, So is a man wandering from his place.

⁹Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.

¹⁰Thine own friend, and the friend of thy father, forsake not, And the house of thy brother enter not In a day of thy calamity, Better is a near neighbour than a brother afar off.

¹¹Be wise, my son, and rejoice my heart. And I return my reproacher a word.

¹²The prudent hath seen the evil, he is hidden, The simple have passed on, they are punished.

¹³Take his garment, when a stranger hath been surety, And for a strange woman pledge it.

¹⁴Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him.

¹⁵A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,

¹⁶Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.

¹⁷Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend.

¹⁸The keeper of a fig-tree eateth its fruit, And the preserver of his master is honoured.

¹⁹As in water the face is to face, So the heart of man to man.

²⁰Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied.

²¹A refining pot is for silver, and a furnace for gold, And a man according to his praise.

²²If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him.

²³Know well the face of thy flock, Set thy heart to the droves,

²⁴For riches are not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.

²⁵Revealed was the hay, and seen the tender grass, And gathered the herbs of mountains.

²⁶Lambs are for thy clothing, And the price of the field are he-goats,

²⁷And a sufficiency of goats' milk is for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!