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He that laboureth laboureth for himself;
For his mouth craveth it of him.
An ungodly man diggeth up evil:
And in his lips there is as a burning fire.
A froward man soweth strife:
And a whisperer separateth chief friends.
A violent man enticeth his neighbour,
And leadeth him into the way that is not good.
He shutteth his eyes to devise froward things:
The hoary head is a crown of glory,
If it be found in the way of righteousness.
He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; And he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city.
The lot is cast into the lap;
But the whole disposing thereof is of the Lord.
Better is a dry morsel, and quietness therewith, Than an house full of sacrifices with strife.
A wise servant shall have rule over a son that causeth shame,
And shall have part of the inheritance among the brethren.
The fining pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold:
But the Lord trieth the hearts.
A wicked doer giveth heed to false lips;
Whoso mocketh the poor reproacheth his Maker: And he that is glad at calamities shall not be unpunished.
Children's children are the crown of old men;
Excellent speech becometh not a fool:
A gift is as a precious stone in the eyes of him that hath it:
Whithersoever it turneth, it prospereth.
He that covereth a transgression seeketh love;
A reproof entereth more into a wise man
An evil man seeketh only rebellion:
Let a bear robbed of her whelps meet a man,
Rather than a fool in his folly.
Whoso rewardeth evil for good,
The beginning of strife is as when one letteth out water:
Therefore leave off contention, before it be meddled with.
He that justifieth the wicked, and he that condem
neth the just,
Wherefore is there a price in the hand of a fool
A friend loveth at all times,
And a brother is born for adversity.
A man void of understanding striketh hands,
He loveth transgression that loveth strife:
And he that exalteth his gate seeketh destruction.
He that hath a froward heart findeth no good: And he that hath a perverse tongue falleth into mischief.
He that begetteth a fool doeth it to his sorrow:
A merry heart doeth good like a medicine:
A wicked man taketh a gift out of the bosom
Wisdom is before him that hath understanding;
A foolish son is a grief to his father,
Also to punish the just is not good,
He that hath knowledge spareth his words:
And a man of understanding is of an excellent spirit.
Even a fool, when he holdeth his peace, is counted wise:
And he that shutteth his lips is esteemed a man of understanding.
Through desire a man, having separated himself, seeketh
And intermeddleth with all wisdom.
A fool hath no delight in understanding,
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