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And now, laughed at me, Have the younger in days than I, Whose fathers I have loathed to set With the dogs of my flock. Also -- the power of their hands, why is it to me? On them hath old age perished. With want and with famine gloomy, Those fleeing to a dry place, Formerly a desolation and waste, read more.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
Those cropping mallows near a shrub, And broom-roots is their food. From the midst they are cast out, (They shout against them as a thief), In a frightful place of valleys to dwell, Holes of earth and clefts. Among shrubs they do groan, Under nettles they are gathered together. Sons of folly -- even sons without name, They have been smitten from the land. And now, their song I have been, And I am to them for a byword. They have abominated me, They have kept far from me, And from before me have not spared to spit.
And yet, ye are forgers of falsehood, Physicians of nought -- all of you, O that ye would keep perfectly silent, And it would be to you for wisdom. Hear, I pray you, my argument, And to the pleadings of my lips attend, read more.
For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit? His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive? Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him? He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces. Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you? Your remembrances are similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights. Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
For God do ye speak perverseness? And for Him do ye speak deceit? His face do ye accept, if for God ye strive? Is it good that He doth search you, If, as one mocketh at a man, ye mock at Him? He doth surely reprove you, if in secret ye accept faces. Doth not His excellency terrify you? And His dread fall upon you? Your remembrances are similes of ashes, For high places of clay your heights. Keep silent from me, and I speak, And pass over me doth what?
And Job answereth and saith: -- I have heard many such things, Miserable comforters are ye all. Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest? read more.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
If not -- mockeries are with me. And in their provocations mine eye lodgeth.
And Job answereth and saith: -- Till when do ye afflict my soul, And bruise me with words? These ten times ye put me to shame, ye blush not. Ye make yourselves strange to me -- read more.
And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain. If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
And also -- truly, I have erred, With me doth my error remain. If, truly, over me ye magnify yourselves, And decide against me my reproach;
Speaking » Folly in
'And I say to you, that every idle word that men may speak, they shall give for it a reckoning in a day of judgment; for from thy words thou shalt be declared righteous, and from thy words thou shalt be declared unrighteous.'
The lips of a fool enter into strife, And his mouth for stripes calleth. The mouth of a fool is ruin to him, And his lips are the snare of his soul.
For the dream hath come by abundance of business, and the voice of a fool by abundance of words.
For, in the abundance of dreams both vanities and words abound; but fear thou God.
A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.
A fool bringeth out all his mind, And the wise till afterwards restraineth it.
Whoso is keeping his mouth, is keeping his soul, Whoso is opening wide his lips -- ruin to him!
Thou hast seen a man hasty in his words! More hope of a fool than of him.
The heart of the intelligent seeketh knowledge, And the mouth of fools enjoyeth folly.
Whoso is answering a matter before he heareth, Folly it is to him and shame.
A prudent man is concealing knowledge, And the heart of fools proclaimeth folly.
The tongue of the wise maketh knowledge good, And the mouth of fools uttereth folly.
The wise lay up knowledge, and the mouth of a fool is near ruin.
also filthiness, and foolish talking, or jesting, -- the things not fit -- but rather thanksgiving;
In the mouth of a fool is a rod of pride, And the lips of the wise preserve them.
Is there an end to words of wind? Or what doth embolden thee that thou answerest? I also, like you, might speak, If your soul were in my soul's stead. I might join against you with words, And nod at you with my head.
Answer not a fool according to his folly, Lest thou be like to him -- even thou.
Accuse not a servant unto his lord, Lest he disesteem thee, and thou be found guilty.
The beginning of the words of his mouth is folly, And the latter end of his mouth Is mischievous madness. And the fool multiplieth words: 'Man knoweth not that which is, And that which is after him, who doth declare to him?'