| Chapter 27 |
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Boast not thyself of tomorrow; For thou knowest not what a day may bring forth. |
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Let another man praise thee, and not thine own mouth; A stranger, and not thine own lips. |
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A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; But a fool`s vexation is heavier than they both. |
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Wrath is cruel, and anger is overwhelming; But who is able to stand before jealousy? |
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Better is open rebuke Than love that is hidden. |
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Faithful are the wounds of a friend; But the kisses of an enemy are profuse. |
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The full soul loatheth a honeycomb; But to the hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet. |
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As a bird that wandereth from her nest, So is a man that wandereth from his place. |
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Oil and perfume rejoice the heart; So doth the sweetness of a man`s friend that cometh of hearty counsel. |
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Thine own friend, and thy father`s friend, forsake not; And go not to thy brother`s house in the day of thy calamity: Better is a neighbor that is near than a brother far off. |
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My son, be wise, and make my heart glad, That I may answer him that reproacheth me. |
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A prudent man seeth the evil, and hideth himself; But the simple pass on, and suffer for it. |
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Take his garment that is surety for a stranger; And hold him in pledge that is surety for a foreign woman. |
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He that blesseth his friend with a loud voice, rising early in the morning, It shall be counted a curse to him. |
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A continual dropping in a very rainy day And a contentious woman are alike: |
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He that would restrain her restraineth the wind; And his right hand encountereth oil. |
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Iron sharpeneth iron; So a man sharpeneth the countenance of his friend. |
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Whoso keepeth the fig-tree shall eat the fruit thereof; And he that regardeth his master shall be honored. |
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As in water face answereth to face, So the heart of man to man. |
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Sheol and Abaddon are never satisfied; And the eyes of man are never satisfied. |
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The refining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold; And a man is tried by his praise. |
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Though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mortar with a pestle along with bruised grain, Yet will not his foolishness depart from him. |
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Be thou diligent to know the state of thy flocks, And look well to thy herds: |
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For riches are not for ever: And doth the crown endure unto all generations? |
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The hay is carried, and the tender grass showeth itself, And the herbs of the mountains are gathered in. |
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The lambs are for thy clothing, And the goats are the price of the field; |
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And there will be goats` milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy household, And maintenance for thy maidens. |