For, their feet, to mischief, do run, and haste to the shedding of blood.

A heart contriving iniquitous devices, feet hasting to run into mischief;

By me, kings reign, and dignitaries decree righteousness;

The integrity of the upright, shall guide them, but, the crookedness of the treacherous, shall be their ruin.

He that becometh surety for a stranger, goeth to utter ruin, but, he that hateth striking hands, is secure.

He that watcheth his mouth, guardeth his soul, He that openeth wide his lips, it shall be his ruin.

In the multitude of a people, is the majesty of the king, but, in the ceasing of population, is the ruin of the prince.

In the light of a king's countenance, is life, and, his good-pleasure, is like the cloud of harvest-rain.

The mouth of a dullard, is his ruin, and, his lips, are a snare to his soul.

A man having many friends, shall come to ruin, but there is a loving one, who sticketh closer than a brother.

Engulfing ruin to his father, is a son that is a dullard, - and, a continuous dripping, are the contentions of a wife.

Clouds and wind, when rain there is none, is the man who boasteth himself of a pretended gift.

A north wind, bringeth forth rain, and, a face stirred with indignation, a secretive tongue.

As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so, unbecoming to a dullard is honour.

A poor man, who oppresseth the helpless, is like a rain beating down, leaving no food.

A king, by justice, shall establish a land, - but, a man open to bribes, bringeth it to ruin.

When the lawless become great, transgression increaseth, but, the righteous, shall behold, their ruin.

Do not give, to women, thy strength, nor thy ways, to them who ruin kings.