'Man' in the Bible

And find grace and good understanding In the eyes of God and man.

O the happiness of a man who hath found wisdom, And of a man who bringeth forth understanding.

Strive not with a man without cause, If he have not done thee evil.

Be not envious of a man of violence, Nor fix thou on any of his ways.

And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man.

A man of worthlessness, a man of iniquity, Walking with perverseness of mouth,

Doth a man take fire into his bosom, And are his garments not burnt?

Doth a man walk on the hot coals, And are his feet not scorched?

For jealousy is the fury of a man, And he doth not spare in a day of vengeance.

And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,

For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.

O the happiness of the man hearkening to me, To watch at my doors day by day, To watch at the door-posts of my entrance.

To execute inventions is as play to a fool, And wisdom to a man of understanding.

In the death of a wicked man, hope perisheth, And the expectation of the iniquitous hath been lost.

Whoso is despising his neighbour lacketh heart, And a man of understanding keepeth silence.

A kind man is rewarding his own soul, And the fierce is troubling his own flesh.

The good bringeth forth favour from Jehovah, And the man of wicked devices He condemneth.

A man is not established by wickedness, And the root of the righteous is not moved.

According to his wisdom is a man praised, And the perverted of heart becometh despised.

A prudent man is concealing knowledge, And the heart of fools proclaimeth folly.

Sorrow in the heart of a man boweth down, And a good word maketh him glad.

The slothful roasteth not his hunting, And the wealth of a diligent man is precious.

From the fruit of the mouth a man eateth good, And the soul of the treacherous -- violence.

A vain man through pride causeth debate, And with the counselled is wisdom.

A good man causeth sons' sons to inherit, And laid up for the righteous is the sinner's wealth.

Go from before a foolish man, Or thou hast not known the lips of knowledge.

There is a way -- right before a man, And its latter end are ways of death.

From his ways is the backslider in heart filled, And a good man -- from his fruits.

Whoso is short of temper doth folly, And a man of wicked devices is hated.

A man of fury stirreth up contention, And the slow to anger appeaseth strife.

A wise son rejoiceth a father. And a foolish man is despising his mother.

Folly is joy to one lacking heart, And a man of intelligence directeth his going.

Joy is to a man in the answer of his mouth, And a word in its season -- how good!

Of man are arrangements of the heart, And from Jehovah an answer of the tongue.

All the ways of a man are pure in his own eyes, And Jehovah is pondering the spirits.

The heart of man deviseth his way, And Jehovah establisheth his step.

The fury of a king is messengers of death, And a wise man pacifieth it.

There is a way right before a man, And its latter end -- ways of death.

A labouring man hath laboured for himself, For his mouth hath caused him to bend over it.

A worthless man is preparing evil, And on his lips -- as a burning fire.

A froward man sendeth forth contention, A tale-bearer is separating a familiar friend.

A violent man enticeth his neighbour, And hath causeth him to go in a way not good.

An evil man seeketh only rebellion, And a fierce messenger is sent against him.

The meeting of a bereaved bear by a man, And -- not a fool in his folly.

A man lacking heart is striking hands, A surety he becometh before his friend.

One acquainted with knowledge is sparing his words, And the cool of temper is a man of understanding.

Before destruction the heart of man is high, And before honour is humility.

The spirit of a man sustaineth his sickness, And a smitten spirit who doth bear?

The gift of a man maketh room for him, And before the great it leadeth him.

A man with friends is to show himself friendly, And there is a lover adhering more than a brother!

The folly of man perverteth his way, And against Jehovah is his heart wroth.

Many entreat the face of the noble, And all have made friendship to a man of gifts.

The wisdom of a man hath deferred his anger, And his glory is to pass over transgression.

A man of great wrath is bearing punishment, For, if thou dost deliver, yet again thou dost add.

The desirableness of a man is his kindness, And better is the poor than a liar.

An honour to a man is cessation from strife, And every fool intermeddleth.

Counsel in the heart of a man is deep water, And a man of understanding draweth it up.

A multitude of men proclaim each his kindness, And a man of stedfastness who doth find?

Sweet to a man is the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled with gravel.

From Jehovah are the steps of a man, And man -- how understandeth he his way?

A snare to a man is he hath swallowed a holy thing, And after vows to make inquiry.

The breath of man is a lamp of Jehovah, Searching all the inner parts of the heart.

Every way of a man is right in his own eyes, And Jehovah is pondering hearts.

Froward is the way of a man who is vile, And the pure -- upright is his work.

A man who is wandering from the way of understanding, In an assembly of Rephaim resteth.

Whoso is loving mirth is a poor man, Whoso is loving wine and oil maketh no wealth.

A treasure to be desired, and oil, Is in the habitation of the wise, And a foolish man swalloweth it up.

A false witness doth perish, And an attentive man for ever speaketh.

A wicked man hath hardened by his face, And the upright -- he prepareth his way.

Shew not thyself friendly with an angry man, And with a man of fury go not in,

Hast thou seen a man speedy in his business? Before kings he doth station himself, He stations not himself before obscure men!

And thou hast put a knife to thy throat, If thou art a man of appetite.

Mighty is the wise in strength, And a man of knowledge is strengthening power,

The thought of folly is sin, And an abomination to man is a scorner.

When thou sayest, 'Lo, we knew not this.' Is not the Ponderer of hearts He who understandeth? And the Keeper of thy soul He who knoweth? And He hath rendered to man according to his work.

Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart.

And thy poverty hath come as a traveller, And thy want as an armed man!

Clouds and wind, and rain there is none, Is a man boasting himself in a false gift.

A maul, and a sword, and a sharp arrow, Is the man testifying against his neighbour a false testimony.

A city broken down without walls, Is a man without restraint over his spirit!

Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eyes, More hope of a fool than of him!

So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, 'Am not I playing?'

Coal to burning coals, and wood to fire, And a man of contentions to kindle strife.

As a bird wandering from her nest, So is a man wandering from his place.

Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend.

As in water the face is to face, So the heart of man to man.

Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied.

A refining pot is for silver, and a furnace for gold, And a man according to his praise.

By the transgression of a land many are its heads. And by an intelligent man, Who knoweth right -- it is prolonged.

A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, Is a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.

A rich man is wise in his own eyes, And the intelligent poor searcheth him.

In the exulting of the righteous the glory is abundant, And in the rising of the wicked man is apprehensive.

O the happiness of a man fearing continually, And whoso is hardening his heart falleth into evil.

A man oppressed with the blood of a soul, Unto the pit fleeth, none taketh hold on him.

A stedfast man hath multiplied blessings, And whoso is hasting to be rich is not acquitted.

To discern faces is not good, And for a piece of bread doth a man transgress.

Troubled for wealth is the man with an evil eye, And he knoweth not that want doth meet him.

Whoso is reproving a man afterwards findeth grace, More than a flatterer with the tongue.

In the rising of the wicked a man is hidden, And in their destruction the righteous multiply!

A man often reproved, hardening the neck, Is suddenly broken, and there is no healing.