Chapter 26 from Proverbs | Ylt

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.

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

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!