For their feet run to evil, And they make haste to shed blood.

By me kings reign, And princes decree justice.

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

The righteous man considereth the house of the wicked, How the wicked are overthrown to their ruin.

As clouds and wind without rain,'so is he that boasteth himself of his gifts falsely.

The north wind bringeth forth rain: So doth a backbiting tongue an angry countenance.

As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, So honor is not seemly for a fool.

A lying tongue hateth those whom it hath wounded; And a flattering mouth worketh ruin.

A needy man that oppresseth the poor Is like a sweeping rain which leaveth no food.