for understanding a proverb or a parable, the words of the wise, and their riddles.
A proverb in the mouth of a fool is like lame legs that hang limp.
A proverb in the mouth of a fool is like a stick with thorns, brandished by the hand of a drunkard.
But a stupid man will gain understanding as soon as a wild donkey is born a man!
Therefore the poets say: Come to Heshbon, let it be rebuilt; let the city of Sihon be restored. For fire came out of Heshbon, a flame from the city of Sihon. It consumed Ar of Moab, the lords of Arnon's heights. Woe to you, Moab! You have been destroyed, people of Chemosh! He gave up his sons as refugees, and his daughters into captivity to Sihon the Amorite king.read more.
We threw them down; Heshbon has been destroyed as far as Dibon. We caused desolation as far as Nophah, which reaches as far as Medeba.
1 Kings 4:32
Solomon composed 3,000 proverbs, and his songs numbered 1,005.
I turn my ear to a proverb; I explain my riddle with a lyre.
The proverbs of Solomon son of David, king of Israel:
Solomon's proverbs: A wise son brings joy to his father, but a foolish son, heartache to his mother.
These too are proverbs of Solomon, which the men of Hezekiah, king of Judah, copied.
In addition to the Teacher being a wise man, he constantly taught the people knowledge; he weighed, explored, and arranged many proverbs.
Balaam proclaimed his poem: Balak brought me from Aram; the king of Moab, from the eastern mountains: "Come, put a curse on Jacob for me; come, denounce Israel!"
Balaam proclaimed his poem: Balak, get up and listen; son of Zippor, pay attention to what I say!
and he proclaimed his poem: The oracle of Balaam son of Beor, the oracle of the man whose eyes are opened,
Then he proclaimed his poem: The oracle of Balaam son of Beor, the oracle of the man whose eyes are opened;
Then Balaam saw Amalek and proclaimed his poem: Amalek was first among the nations, but his future is destruction.
Next he saw the Kenites and proclaimed his poem: Your dwelling place is enduring; your nest is set in the cliffs.
Once more he proclaimed his poem: Ah, who can live when God does this?