| Chapter 27 |
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Boast not thyself of to-morrow, For thou knowest not what a day bringeth forth. |
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Let another praise thee, and not thine own mouth, A stranger, and not thine own lips. |
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A stone is heavy, and the sand is heavy, And the anger of a fool Is heavier than they both. |
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Fury is fierce, and anger is overflowing, And who standeth before jealousy? |
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Better is open reproof than hidden love. |
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Faithful are the wounds of a lover, And abundant the kisses of an enemy. |
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A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And to a hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet. |
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As a bird wandering from her nest, So is a man wandering from his place. |
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Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one`s friend -- from counsel of the soul. |
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Thine 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. |
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Be wise, my son, and rejoice my heart. And I return my reproacher a word. |
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The prudent hath seen the evil, he is hidden, The simple have passed on, they are punished. |
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Take his garment, when a stranger hath been surety, And for a strange woman pledge it. |
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Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him. |
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A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike, |
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Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out. |
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Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend. |
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The keeper of a fig-tree eateth its fruit, And the preserver of his master is honoured. |
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As in water the face is to face, So the heart of man to man. |
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Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied. |
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A refining pot is for silver, and a furnace for gold, And a man according to his praise. |
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If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him. |
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Know well the face of thy flock, Set thy heart to the droves, |
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For riches are not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation. |
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Revealed was the hay, and seen the tender grass, And gathered the herbs of mountains. |
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Lambs are for thy clothing, And the price of the field are he-goats, |
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And a sufficiency of goats` milk is for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels! |