Like snowכַּשֶּׁלֶגin summerבַּקַּיִץand like rainוְכַמָּטָרin harvest,בַּקָּצִירsoכֵּןhonorכָּבוֹדis notלֹאfittingנָאוֶהfor a senseless man.לִכְסִיל
Like a sparrowכַּצִּפּוֹרin its wandering,לָנוּדlike a swallowכַּדְּרוֹרin its flying,לָעוּףsoכֵּןa curseקִלְלַתwithout causeחִנָּםdoes notלוֹarrive.תָבֹא
A whipשׁוֹטfor the horse,לַסּוּסa bridleמֶתֶגfor the donkey,לַחֲמוֹרandוְa rodשֵׁבֶטfor the backלְגֵוof the senseless.כְּסִילִים
Do notאַלanswerתַּעַןa senseless manכְּסִילaccording to his folly,כְּאִוַּלְתּוֹlestפֶּןyou become likeתִּשְׁוֶהhimלּוֹyourselfאָתָּהalso.גַם
Answerעֲנֵהa senseless manכְסִילaccording to his folly,כְּאִוַּלְתּוֹlestפֶּןhe beיִהְיֶהwiseחָכָםin his own eyes.בְּעֵינָיו
He cuts offמְקַצֶּהhis own feet,רַגְלַיִםhe drinksשֹׁתֶהviolence,חָמָסwho sendsשֹׁלֵחַwordsדְּבָרִיםby the handבְּיַדof a senseless man.כְּסִיל
The legsשֹׁקַיִםof the lameמִפִּסֵּחַhang limp;דַּלְיוּso isוּa proverbמָשָׁלin the mouthבְּפִיof the senseless.כְסִילִים
Like bindingכִּצְרוֹרa stoneאֶבֶןin a sling,בְּמַרְגֵּמָהsoכֵּןis whoever givesנוֹתֵןhonorכָּבוֹדto a senseless man.לִכְסִיל
A thornחוֹחַthat goes upעָלָהinto the handבְיַדof a drunkard,שִׁכּוֹרso is a proverbוּמָשָׁלin the mouthבְּפִיof the senseless.כְסִילִים
An archerרַבwho woundsמְחוֹלֵלeveryoneכֹּלis whoever hiresוְשֹׂכֵרa senseless man,כְּסִילand whoever hiresוְשֹׂכֵרthose who pass by.עֹבְרִים
Like a dogכְּכֶלֶבthat returnsשָׁבtoעַלits vomitקֵאוֹis a senseless manכְּסִילwho repeatsשׁוֹנֶהhis folly.בְאִוַּלְתּוֹ
Do you seeרָאִיתָa manאִישׁwiseחָכָםin his own eyes?בְּעֵינָיוThere is more hopeתִּקְוָהfor a senseless manלִכְסִילthan for him.מִמֶּנּוּ
The sluggardעָצֵלsays,אָמַר“A fierce lionשַׁחַלis in the road!בַּדָּרֶךְA lionאֲרִיamongבֵּיןthe squares!”הָרְחֹבוֹת
The doorהַדֶּלֶתturnsתִּסּוֹבonעַלits hinge,צִירָהּandוְthe sluggardעָצֵלonעַלhis bed.מִטָּתוֹ
The sluggardעָצֵלburiesטָמַןhis handיָדוֹin the dish;בַּצַּלָּחַתhe is too wearyנִלְאָהto bring it backלַהֲשִׁיבָהּto his mouth.אֶל פִּיו
The sluggardעָצֵלis wiserחָכָםin his own eyesבְּעֵינָיוthan sevenמִשִּׁבְעָהwho answerמְשִׁיבֵיwith judgment.טָעַם
One who seizesמַחֲזִיקby the earsבְּאָזְנֵיa dogכָלֶבis he who, passing by,עֹבֵרbecomes furiousמִתְעַבֵּרoverעַלa quarrelרִיבnotלֹּאhis own.לוֹ
Like a madmanכְּמִתְלַהְלֵהַּwho shootsהַיֹּרֶהfirebrands,זִקִּיםarrows,חִצִּיםand death,וָמָוֶת
soכֵּןis the manאִישׁwho deceivesרִמָּהhis neighborרֵעֵהוּandוְsays,אָמַר“Was I notהֲלֹא אָנִיjoking?”מְשַׂחֵק
Withoutבְּאֶפֶסwoodעֵצִיםthe fireאֵשׁgoes out,תִּכְבֶּהandוּwhereבְthere is noאֵיןgrumbler,נִרְגָּןstrifeמָדוֹןquiets down.יִשְׁתֹּק
Charcoalפֶּחָםfor embersלְגֶחָלִיםand woodוְעֵצִיםfor fire,לְאֵשׁandוְa manאִישׁof quarrelsמִדְיָנִיםfor kindlingלְחַרְחַרstrife.רִיב
The wordsדִּבְרֵיof a grumblerנִרְגָּןare like delicious morsels,כְּמִתְלַהֲמִיםandוְtheyהֵםgo downיָרְדוּinto the inner roomsחַדְרֵיof the belly.בָטֶן
Silverכֶּסֶףof drossסִיגִיםoverlaidמְצֻפֶּהonעַלearthenware,חָרֶשׂare burningדֹּלְקִיםlipsשְׂפָתַיִםandוְan evilרָעheart.לֶב
With his lipsבִּשְׂפָתָיוthe one who hatesשׂוֹנֵאdisguises himself,יִנָּכֵרandוּwithin himselfבְקִרְבּוֹhe lays upיָשִׁיתdeceit.מִרְמָה
Whenכִּיhe makes his voiceקוֹלוֹgracious,יְחַנֵּןdo notאַלbelieveתַּאֲמֶןhim,בּוֹforכִּיsevenשֶׁבַעabominationsתּוֹעֵבוֹתare in his heart.בְּלִבּוֹ
Though hatredשִׂנְאָהis coveredתִּכַּסֶּהwith pretense,בְּמַשָּׁאוֹןhis evilרָעָתוֹwill be revealedתִּגָּלֶהin the assembly.בְקָהָל
Whoever digsכֹּרֶהa pitשַּׁחַתwill fallיִפֹּלinto it,בָּהּandוְwhoever rollsגֹלֵלa stone,אֶבֶןon himאֵלָיוit will come back.תָּשׁוּב
A tongueלְשׁוֹןof falsehoodשֶׁקֶרhatesיִשְׂנָאthose it crushes,דַכָּיוandוּa flatteringחָלָקmouthפֶהworksיַעֲשֶׂהruin.מִדְחֶה