സദൃശവാക്യങ്ങൾ 26
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.
10 ൧൦ എല്ലാവരെയും മുറിവേല്പിക്കുന്ന വില്ലാളിയും, മൂഢനെയും വഴിപോക്കരെയും കൂലിക്ക് നിർത്തുന്നവനും ഒരുപോലെ.
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.
12 ൧൨ തനിക്കുതന്നെ ജ്ഞാനിയെന്ന് തോന്നുന്ന മനുഷ്യനെ നീ കാണുന്നുവോ? അവനെക്കുറിച്ചുള്ളതിനെക്കാളും മൂഢനെക്കുറിച്ച് അധികം പ്രത്യാശയുണ്ട്.
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!
