For their feet run to evil, and make haste to shed blood.

By me kings reign, and princes decree justice.

In the light of a king's countenance is life; and his favor is as a cloud of the latter rain.

For their calamity shall rise suddenly; and who knoweth the ruin of them both?

Whoever boasteth himself of a false gift is like clouds and wind without rain.

The north wind driveth away rain: so doth an angry countenance a backbiting tongue.

As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest; so honor is not seemly for a fool.

A lying tongue hateth those that are afflicted by it; and a flattering mouth worketh ruin.

A poor man that oppresseth the poor is like a sweeping rain which leaveth no food.