The king's wrath is like the loud cry of a lion, but his approval is like dew on the grass.

A foolish son is the destruction of his father; and the bitter arguments of a wife are like drops of rain falling without end.

A good-for-nothing witness makes sport of the judge's decision: and the mouth of evil-doers sends out evil like a stream.

The wrath of a king is like the loud cry of a lion: he who makes him angry does wrong against himself.

The purpose in the heart of a man is like deep water, but a man of good sense will get it out.

The king's heart in the hands of the Lord is like the water streams, and by him it is turned in any direction at his pleasure.

A high look and a heart of pride, *** of the evil-doer is sin.

Are your eyes lifted up to it? it is gone: for wealth takes to itself wings, like an eagle in flight up to heaven.

Yes, she is waiting secretly like a beast for its food, and deceit by her is increased among men.

In the end, its bite is like that of a snake, its wound like the wound of a poison-snake.

Yes, you will be like him who takes his rest on the sea, or on the top of a sail-support.

So loss will come on you like an outlaw, and your need like an armed man.

A word at the right time is like apples of gold in a network of silver.

Like a nose-ring of gold and an ornament of the best gold, is a wise man who says sharp words to an ear ready to give attention.

Putting one's faith in a false man in time of trouble is like a broken tooth and a shaking foot.

Like one who takes off clothing in cold weather and like acid on a wound, is he who makes melody to a sad heart.

Like a troubled fountain and a dirty spring, is an upright man who has to give way before evil-doers.

He whose spirit is uncontrolled is like an unwalled town which has been broken into.

Like snow in summer and rain when the grain is being cut, so honour is not natural for the foolish.

Do not give to the foolish man a foolish answer, or you will be like him.

Giving honour to a foolish man is like attempting to keep a stone fixed in a cord.

Like a thorn which goes up into the hand of a man overcome by drink, so is a wise saying in the mouth of a foolish man.

Like an archer wounding all who go by, is a foolish man overcome by drink.

Like a dog going back to the food which he has not been able to keep down, is the foolish man doing his foolish acts over again.

He who gets mixed up in a fight which is not his business, is like one who takes a dog by the ears while it is going by.

Like breath on coals and wood on fire, so a man given to argument gets a fight started.

The words of one who says evil of his neighbour secretly are like sweet food, they go down into the inner parts of the stomach.

Smooth lips and an evil heart are like a vessel of earth plated with silver waste.

Like a bird wandering from the place of her eggs is a man wandering from his station.

Like an unending dropping on a day of rain is a bitter-tongued woman.

Like face looking at face in water, so are the hearts of men to one another.

The evil man goes running away when no man is after him, but the upright are without fear, like the lion.

Because of the sin of the land, its troubles are increased; but by a man of wisdom and knowledge they will be put out like a fire.

A man of wealth who is cruel to the poor is like a violent rain causing destruction of food.

Like a loud-voiced lion and a wandering bear, is an evil ruler over a poor people.

For I am more like a beast than any man, I have no power of reasoning like a man:

There is a generation whose teeth are like swords, their strong teeth like knives, for the destruction of the poor from the earth, and of those who are in need from among men.

She is like the trading-ships, getting food from far away.

Who is able to say what is good for man in life all the days of his foolish life which he goes through like a shade? who will say what is to be after him under the sun?

Like the cracking of thorns under a pot, so is the laugh of a foolish man; and this again is to no purpose.

Look! this I have seen, said the Preacher, taking one thing after another to get the true account,

Who is like the wise man? and to whom is the sense of anything clear? A man's wisdom makes his face shining, and his hard face will be changed.

But it will not be well for the evil-doer; he will not make his days long like a shade, because he has no fear before God.

Even man has no knowledge of his time; like fishes taken in an evil net, or like birds taken by deceit, are the sons of men taken in an evil time when it comes suddenly on them.

There is an evil which I have seen under the sun, like an error which comes by chance from a ruler:

The words of the wise are pointed, and sayings grouped together are like nails fixed with a hammer; they are given by one guide.

My loved one is like a roe; see, he is on the other side of our wall, he is looking in at the windows, letting himself be seen through the spaces.

Till the evening comes, and the sky slowly becomes dark, come, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of Bether.

Who is this coming out of the waste places like pillars of smoke, perfumed with sweet spices, with all the spices of the trader?

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep whose wool is newly cut, which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

Your red lips are like a bright thread, and your mouth is fair of form; the sides of your head are like pomegranate fruit under your veil.

Your neck is like the tower of David made for a store-house of arms, in which a thousand breastplates are hanging, breastplates for fighting-men.

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth, which take their food among the lilies.

You have taken away my heart, my sister, my bride; you have taken away my heart, with one look you have taken it, with one chain of your neck!

Your lips are dropping honey; honey and milk are under your tongue; and the smell of your clothing is like the smell of Lebanon.

I got up to let my loved one in; and my hands were dropping with myrrh, and my fingers with liquid myrrh, on the lock of the door.

His face is as beds of spices, giving out perfumes of every sort; his lips like lilies, dropping liquid myrrh.

You are beautiful, O my love, as Tirzah, as fair as Jerusalem; you are to be feared like an army with flags.

Your teeth are like a flock of sheep which come up from the washing; every one has two lambs, and there is not one without young.

Like pomegranate fruit are the sides of your head under your veil.

Who is she, looking down as the morning light, fair as the moon, clear as the sun, who is to be feared like an army with flags?

How beautiful are your feet in their shoes, O king's daughter! The curves of your legs are like jewels, the work of the hands of a good workman:

Your two breasts are like two young roes of the same birth.

Your neck is as a tower of ivory; your eyes like the waters in Heshbon, by the doorway of Bath-rabbim; your nose is as the tower on Lebanon looking over Damascus:

Your head is like Carmel, and the hair of your head is like purple, in whose net the king is prisoner.

You are tall like a palm-tree, and your breasts are like the fruit of the vine.

I said, Let me go up the palm-tree, and let me take its branches in my hands: your breasts will be as the fruit of the vine, and the smell of your breath like apples;

And the roof of your mouth like good wine flowing down smoothly for my loved one, moving gently over my lips and my teeth.

I am a wall, and my breasts are like towers; then was I in his eyes as one to whom good chance had come.

Come quickly, my loved one, and be like a roe on the mountains of spice.

And the daughter of Zion has become like a tent in a vine-garden, like a watchman's house in a field of fruit, like a town shut in by armies.

If the Lord of armies had not kept some at least of us safe, we would have been like Sodom, and the fate of Gomorrah would have been ours.

Come now, and let us have an argument together, says the Lord: how may your sins which are red like blood be white as snow? how may their dark purple seem like wool?

For you will be like a tree whose leaves have become dry, and like a garden without water.

For you, O Lord, have given up your people, the family of Jacob, because they are full of the evil ways of the east, and make use of secret arts like the Philistines, and are friends with the children of strange countries.

Their respect for a man's position is a witness against them; and their sin is open to the view of all; like that of Sodom, it is not covered. A curse on their soul! for the measure of their sin is full.

As for my people, their ruler is acting like a child, and those who have authority over them are women. O my people, your guides are the cause of your wandering, turning your footsteps out of the right way.

For this cause, as the waste of the grain is burned up by tongues of fire, and as the dry grass goes down before the flame, so their root will be like the dry stems of grain, and their flower will go up in dust: because they have gone against the law of the Lord of armies, and have given no honour to the word of the Holy One of Israel.

For this reason the wrath of the Lord has been burning against his people, and his hand has been stretched out against them in punishment, and the hills were shaking, and their dead bodies were like waste in the open places of the town.

Their arrows are sharp, and every bow is bent: the feet of their horses are like rock, and their wheels are like a rushing storm.

The sound of their armies will be like the voice of a lion, and their war-cry like the noise of young lions: with loud cries they will come down on their food and will take it away safely, and there will be no one to take it out of their hands.

And his voice will be loud over him in that day like the sounding of the sea: and if a man's eyes are turned to the earth, it is all dark and full of trouble; and the light is made dark by thick clouds.

And even if there is still a tenth part in it, it will again be burned, like a tree of the woods whose broken end is still in the earth after the tree has been cut down (the holy seed is the broken end).

And word came to the family of David that Aram had put up its tents in Ephraim. And the king's heart, and the hearts of his people, were moved, like the trees of the wood shaking in the wind.

And when they say to you, Make request for us to those who have control of spirits, and to those wise in secret arts, who make hollow bird-like sounds; is it not right for a people to make request to their gods, to make request for the living to the dead?

For evil was burning like a fire; the blackberries and thorns were burned up; the thick woods took fire, rolling up in dark clouds of smoke.

The land was dark with the wrath of the Lord of armies: the people were like those who take men's flesh for food.

I will send him against a nation of wrongdoers, and against the people of my wrath I will give him orders, to take their wealth in war, crushing them down like the dust in the streets.

Will not the fate of Calno be like that of Carchemish? is not Hamath as Arpad? is not Samaria as Damascus?

For this cause the Lord, the Lord of armies, will make his fat become wasted; and in his inner parts a fire will be lighted like a burning flame.

And the wolf will be living with the lamb, and the leopard will take his rest with the young goat; and the lion will take grass for food like the ox; and the young lion will go with the young ones of the herd; and a little child will be their guide.

The noise of great numbers in the mountains, like the noise of a strong people! The noise of the kingdoms of the nations meeting together! The Lord of armies is numbering his forces for war.

Their hearts will be full of fear; pains and sorrows will overcome them; they will be in pain like a woman in childbirth; they will be shocked at one another; their faces will be like flames.

And it will be that, like a roe in flight, and like wandering sheep, they will go every man to his people and to his land.

And Babylon, the glory of kingdoms, the beautiful town which is the pride of the Chaldaeans, will be like God's destruction of Sodom and Gomorrah.

They all make answer and say to you, Have you become feeble like us? have you been made even as we are?

I will go higher than the clouds; I will be like the Most High.

But you, like a birth before its time, are stretched out with no resting-place in the earth; clothed with the bodies of the dead who have been put to the sword, who go down to the lowest parts of the underworld; a dead body, crushed under foot.

For the daughters of Moab will be like wandering birds, like a place from which the young birds have gone in flight, at the ways across the Arnon.

For this cause my sorrow for the vine of Sibmah will be like the weeping for Jazer: my eyes are dropping water on you, O Heshbon and Elealeh! For they are sounding the war-cry over your summer fruits and the getting in of your grain;