Proverbs Chapter 26
Snow in the summer? Rain during harvest? Respecting a fool is just mad sus, fr.
As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, so honour is not seemly for a fool.
Just like a bird flits around, a curse ain't landing without a reason, no cap.
As the bird by wandering, as the swallow by flying, so the curse causeless shall not come.
A whip for the horse, a bridle for the donkey, and a rod for a fool's back? That’s just cold.
A whip for the horse, a bridle for the ass, and a rod for the fool's back.
Don't even mess with a fool's nonsense, or you’ll end up looking foolish yourself.
Answer not a fool according to his folly, lest thou also be like unto him.
But sometimes you gotta check a fool on their cap, or they’ll think they’re hot stuff.
Answer a fool according to his folly, lest he be wise in his own conceit. {conceit: Heb. eyes}
Sending a message through a fool is like chopping off your own feet—total L, bro.
He that sendeth a message by the hand of a fool cutteth off the feet, {and} drinketh damage. {damage: or, violence}
Wobbly legs ain’t balanced, and neither is wisdom from fools—it just doesn't vibe.
The legs of the lame are not equal: so {is} a parable in the mouth of fools. {are...: Heb. are lifted up}
Giving props to a fool is like tying a rock to a sling—just straight-up bad news, periodt.
As he that bindeth a stone in a sling, so {is} he that giveth honour to a fool. {bindeth...: or, putteth a precious stone in an heap of stones}
A thorn in a tipsy person's hand? That’s the vibe when a fool shares a parable, fr.
{As} a thorn goeth up into the hand of a drunkard, so {is} a parable in the mouth of fools.
The big guy who crafted everything gives props to fools and wrongdoers alike—respect the grind.
The great {God} that formed all {things} both rewardeth the fool, and rewardeth transgressors. {The great...: or, A great man grieveth all, and he hireth the fool, he hireth also transgressors}
A dog munching on its own throw-up? That’s just like a fool repeating their dumb moves. No cap.
As a dog returneth to his vomit, {so} a fool returneth to his folly. {returneth to his folly: Heb. iterateth his folly}
You peep a dude thinking he’s the real deal? There’s more hope for a fool than for him, fr.
Seest thou a man wise in his own conceit? {there is} more hope of a fool than of him.
The lazy dude's like, 'Nah, there's a lion outside,' acting all suspect.
The slothful {man} saith, {There is} a lion in the way; a lion {is} in the streets.
Just like a door swings on its hinges, the lazy dude just rolls in bed.
{As} the door turneth upon his hinges, so {doth} the slothful upon his bed.
The lazy fella hides his hand like it’s top secret, but he can't even snack without struggling.
The slothful hideth his hand in {his} bosom; it grieveth him to bring it again to his mouth. {it grieveth...: or, he is weary}
The slacker thinks he’s got more smarts than seven wise guys combined, but that's just wild.
The sluggard {is} wiser in his own conceit than seven men that can render a reason.
If you’re caught up in drama that’s not yours, you’re like grabbing a dog by its ears. Straight up crazy.
He that passeth by, {and} meddleth with strife {belonging} not to him, {is like} one that taketh a dog by the ears. {meddleth: or, is enraged}
It's like a wild person tossing fire and arrows around, just chaotic vibes.
As a mad {man} who casteth firebrands, arrows, and death, {firebrands: Heb. flames, or, sparks}
That’s the same as a dude who deceives his neighbor and goes, 'Chill, I’m just joking,' but that’s sus.
So {is} the man {that} deceiveth his neighbour, and saith, Am not I in sport?
Where there’s no firewood, the flames go out; same with gossip—no gossip, no issues. Periodt.
Where no wood is, {there} the fire goeth out: so where {there is} no talebearer, the strife ceaseth. {Where no...: Heb. Without wood} {talebearer: or, whisperer} {ceaseth: Heb. is silent}
A shady dude is like coals to fire, always starting beef. So sus.
{As} coals {are} to burning coals, and wood to fire; so {is} a contentious man to kindle strife.
Gossip cuts deeper than wounds, hitting hard in your feels. No cap.
The words of a talebearer {are} as wounds, and they go down into the innermost parts of the belly. {innermost...: Heb. chambers}
Fake grins and a wicked heart? That's like a cracked pot covered in silver.
Burning lips and a wicked heart {are like} a potsherd covered with silver dross.
If someone’s throwing shade with their words, trust me, they’re hiding some dark vibes inside.
He that hateth dissembleth with his lips, and layeth up deceit within him; {dissembleth: or, is known}
When they act chill, don’t buy it: seven red flags are chillin' in their heart, fr.
When he speaketh fair, believe him not: for {there are} seven abominations in his heart. {speaketh...: Heb. maketh his voice gracious}
If your hate is draped in lies, your bad vibes will be laid bare for the whole squad to see.
{Whose} hatred is covered by deceit, his wickedness shall be shewed before the {whole} congregation. {by...: or, in secret}
Digging a pit? You're just asking to fall in. Rolling a stone? It’s gonna roll right back at you, fam.
Whoso diggeth a pit shall fall therein: and he that rolleth a stone, it will return upon him.
A lying tongue is ruthless to those it harms; flattery is just a total trap.
A lying tongue hateth {those that are} afflicted by it; and a flattering mouth worketh ruin.