Also these are Proverbs of Solomon, that men of Hezekiah
king of Judah transcribed: --
The honour of God is to hide a thing, And the honour
of kings to search out a matter.
The heavens for height, and the earth for depth, And the
heart of kings -- are unsearchable.
Take away dross from silver, And a vessel for the refiner
Take away the wicked before a king, And established in
righteousness is his throne.
Honour not thyself before a king, And in the place of the
great stand not.
For better that he hath said to thee, 'Come thou up
hither,' Than that he humble thee before a noble, Whom thine eyes have
Go not forth to strive, haste, turn, What dost thou in its
latter end, When thy neighbour causeth thee to blush?
Thy cause plead with thy neighbour, And the secret counsel
of another reveal not,
Lest the hearer put thee to shame, And thine evil report
turn not back.
Apples of gold in imagery of silver, Is the word
spoken at its fit times.
A ring of gold, and an ornament of pure gold, Is the
wise reprover to an attentive ear.
As a vessel of snow in a day of harvest, So is a
faithful ambassador to those sending him, And the soul of his masters he
Clouds and wind, and rain there is none, Is a man
boasting himself in a false gift.
By long-suffering is a ruler persuaded, And a soft tongue
breaketh a bone.
Honey thou hast found -- eat thy sufficiency, Lest thou be
satiated with it, and hast vomited it.
Withdraw thy foot from thy neighbour's house, Lest he be
satiated with thee, and have hated thee.
A maul, and a sword, and a sharp arrow, Is the man
testifying against his neighbour a false testimony.
A bad tooth, and a tottering foot, Is the confidence
of the treacherous in a day of adversity.
Whoso is taking away a garment in a cold day, Is as
vinegar on nitre, And a singer of songs on a sad heart.
If he who is hating thee doth hunger, cause him to eat
bread, And if he thirst, cause him to drink water.
For coals thou art putting on his head, And Jehovah giveth
recompense to thee.
A north wind bringeth forth rain, And a secret tongue --
Better to sit on a corner of a roof, Than with a
woman of contentions, and a house of company.
As cold waters for a weary soul, So is a good
report from a far country.
A spring troubled, and a fountain corrupt, Is the
righteous falling before the wicked.
The eating of much honey is not good, Nor a searching out of
one's own honour -- honour.
A city broken down without walls, Is a man without
restraint over his spirit!