86 lines
2.7 KiB
Markdown
86 lines
2.7 KiB
Markdown
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###### 1
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Like snow in summer and like rain in harvest, So glory is not fitting for a fool.
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###### 2
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Like a sparrow in _its_ flitting, like a swallow in flying, So a curse without cause does not come _to pass_.
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###### 3
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A whip is for the horse, a bridle for the donkey, And a rod for the back of fools.
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###### 4
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Do not answer a fool according to his folly, Lest you yourself also be like him.
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###### 5
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Answer a fool according to his folly, Lest he be wise in his own eyes.
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###### 6
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He cuts off _his own_ feet _and_ drinks violence Who sends words by the hand of a fool.
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###### 7
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_Like_ the legs _which_ hang limp on the lame, So is a proverb in the mouth of fools.
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###### 8
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Like one who binds a stone in a sling, So is he who gives glory to a fool.
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###### 9
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_Like_ a thorn _which_ goes up into the hand of a drunkard, So is a proverb in the mouth of fools.
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###### 10
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_Like_ an archer who wounds everyone, So is he who hires a fool or who hires those who pass by.
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###### 11
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Like a dog that returns to its vomit Is a fool who repeats his folly.
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###### 12
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Do you see a man wise in his own eyes? There is more hope for a fool than for him.
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###### 13
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The sluggard says, "There is a fierce lion in the road! A lion is among the streets!"
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###### 14
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_As_ the door turns on its hinges, So _does_ the sluggard on his bed.
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###### 15
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The sluggard buries his hand in the dish; He is _too_ weary to return it to his mouth.
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###### 16
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The sluggard is wiser in his own eyes Than seven men who can respond with a discreet answer.
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###### 17
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_Like_ one who seizes a dog by the ears Is he who passes by _and_ becomes passionate about strife not belonging to him.
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###### 18
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Like a madman who shoots Firebrands, arrows, and death,
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###### 19
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So is the man who deceives his neighbor, And says, "Am I not joking?"
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###### 20
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With no wood the fire goes out, And where there is no whisperer, strife quiets down.
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###### 21
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_Like_ charcoal to hot embers and wood to fire, So is a contentious man to kindle strife.
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###### 22
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The words of a whisperer are like dainty morsels, And they go down into the innermost parts of the stomach.
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###### 23
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_Like_ an earthen vessel overlaid with silver dross Are fiery lips and an evil heart.
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###### 24
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He who hates disguises _it_ with his lips, But he sets up deceit within himself.
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###### 25
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When he makes his voice gracious, do not believe him, For there are seven abominations in his heart.
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###### 26
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_Though his_ hatred covers itself with guile, His evil will be revealed in the assembly.
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###### 27
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He who digs a pit will fall into it, And he who rolls a stone, it will turn back on him.
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###### 28
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A lying tongue hates those it crushes, And a flattering mouth works ruin.
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