He that diggeth a pit, thereinto, shall fall, and, he that rolleth a stone, upon himself, shall it return.

A false tongue, hateth them who are crushed by it, and, a flattering mouth, worketh occasion of stumbling.

As, a dog, returneth onto his own vomit, a dullard, repeateth his folly.

Do not answer a dullard, according to his folly, lest, even thou thyself, become like him;

Without wood a fire is quenched, and, where there is no tattler, strife is hushed.

As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so, unbecoming to a dullard is honour.

As a sparrow in wandering, as a swallow in flying, so, a causeless curse, shall not alight.

Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eye, - more hope of a dullard, than of him!

As he who layeth hold of the ears of a dog, is a passer-by, who giveth vent to his wrath over a quarrel, not his!

As a madman throwing firebrands, arrows and death,

Dross silver overlaid upon earthenware, so are burning lips, with a mischievous heart:

A whip for the horse, a bridle a for the ass, and a rod for the back of dullards.

With his lips, the hater dissembleth, but, within himself, he layeth up deceit:

Answer a dullard according to his folly, lest he become wise in his own eyes.

Saith the sluggard, A roaring lion in the road! A tearing lion in the midst of the broadways.

As an archer who woundeth every thing, so one who hireth a dullard, and a drunkard crossing the sea.

Black coal to burning blocks, and wood to fire, so is a contentious man, for kindling strife.

The door, turneth on its hinges, and, the sluggard, upon his bed.

Wiser is the sluggard in his own eyes, than, seven persons, who can answer with judgment.

The sluggard burieth his hand in the dish, he is too lazy to bring it back to his mouth.

One who cutteth off feet, one who drinketh down wrong, is he who sendeth a message by the hand of a dullard.

Like tying a stone to a sling, so, is he that giveth honour, to a dullard.

A brier cometh into the hand of a drunken-man, a proverb into the mouth of dullards.

Though he make gracious his voice, do not trust him, for, seven abominations, are in his heart:

So, is a man who deceiveth his neighbour, and saith, Was not, I, in sport?

Useless are the legs of the lame, and a proverb, in the mouth of a dullard.

Hatred may clothe itself with guile, his wickedness shall be disclosed in the convocation.