Though God scoffs at scoffers, he gives grace to the humble.

Good understanding produces grace, but the lifestyle of the treacherous never changes.

The first to put forth his case seems right, until someone else steps forward and cross-examines him.

The king's anger is like the roaring of a lion, but his goodwill is like dew on the grass.

Human beings long for grace, and it's better to be poor than a man of deceit.

When the grass disappears, and new growth appears, the mountain spices will be harvested,