Say not thou to thy friend, 'Go, and return, and to-morrow I give,' And substance with thee.

I sprinkled my bed -- myrrh, aloes, and cinnamon.

Rebuke cometh down on the intelligent More than a hundred stripes on a fool.

A man with friends is to show himself friendly, And there is a lover adhering more than a brother!

The sacrifice of the wicked is abomination, Much more when in wickedness he bringeth it.

Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eyes, More hope of a fool than of him!

Boast not thyself of to-morrow, For thou knowest not what a day bringeth forth.

Whoso is reproving a man afterwards findeth grace, More than a flatterer with the tongue.

Thou hast seen a man hasty in his words! More hope of a fool than of him.

For I am more brutish than any one, And have not the understanding of a man.