But the path of the righteous is as the dawning light, That shineth more and more unto the perfect day.

The way of the wicked is as darkness: They know not at what they stumble.

But in the end she is as bitter as wormwood, and as sharp as a two-edged sword.

For the price of a harlot is as much as a piece of bread, but the adulteress hunts for the precious life.

The tongue of the just is as choice silver: the heart of the wicked is little worth.

It is as sport to a fool to do wickedness; And'so is wisdom to a man of understanding.

A fair woman who is without discretion, is as a gold ring in a swine's snout.

The fruit of the righteous is as the tree of life; a wise man also winneth men's souls.

A worthy woman is the crown of her husband; But she that maketh ashamed is as rottenness in his bones.

All the days of the poor are miserable; but a quiet heart is as a continual feast.

The way of the sluggard is as a hedge of thorns; But the path of the upright is made a highway.

The wrath of a king is as messengers of death: but a wise man will pacify it.

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

A worthless man deviseth mischief; And in his lips there is as a scorching fire.

A gift is as a precious stone in the eyes of him that hath it: whithersoever it turneth, it prospereth.

The beginning of strife is as when one letteth out water: therefore leave off contention, before it be meddled with.

The words of a man's mouth are as deep waters; The wellspring of wisdom is as a flowing brook.

The property of a man of wealth is his strong town, and it is as a high wall in the thoughts of his heart.

A brother transgressed against is as a strong city, And contentions as the bar of a palace.

The king's wrath is as the roaring of a lion; But his favor is as dew upon the grass.

The terror of a king is as the roaring of a lion: He that provoketh him to anger sinneth against his own life.

The king's heart in the hand of Jehovah is as brooks of water: he turneth it whithersoever he will.

Whoso is taking away a garment in a cold day, Is as vinegar on nitre, And a singer of songs on a sad heart.

A righteous man falling down before the wicked is as a troubled fountain, and a corrupt spring.

He that hath no rule over his own spirit is as a city broken down, without walls.

The wicked person flees when there is no one pursuing, but the righteous person is as confident as a lion.

Surely I am more brutish and stupid than any man,
And I do not have the understanding of a man [for I do not know what I do not know].