In the lips of the intelligent is wisdom found, And a rod is for the back of him who is lacking understanding.

Turn back at my reproof, lo, I pour forth to you my spirit, I make known my words with you.

None going in unto her turn back, Nor do they reach the paths of life.

The slothful hath hidden his hand in a dish, Even unto his mouth he bringeth it not back.

Judgments have been prepared for scorners, And stripes for the back of fools!

A wise king is scattering the wicked, And turneth back on them the wheel.

If from delivering those taken to death, And those slipping to the slaughter -- thou keepest back.

There is who is scattering, and yet is increased, And who is keeping back from uprightness, only to want.

A soft answer turneth back fury, And a grievous word raiseth up anger.