Proverbs 27:15
A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,
A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,
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13A calamity to his father `is' a foolish son, And the contentions of a wife `are' a continual dropping.
14House and wealth `are' the inheritance of fathers, And from Jehovah `is' an understanding wife.
16Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.
23A north wind bringeth forth rain, And a secret tongue -- indignant faces.
24Better to sit on a corner of a roof, Than `with' a woman of contentions, and a house of company.
19Better to dwell in a wilderness land, Than `with' a woman of contentions and anger.
20A treasure to be desired, and oil, `Is' in the habitation of the wise, And a foolish man swalloweth it up.
9Better to sit on a corner of the roof, Than `with' a woman of contentions and a house of company.
14Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him.
11Noisy she `is', and stubborn, In her house her feet rest not.
12Now in an out-place, now in broad places, And near every corner she lieth in wait) --
14The beginning of contention `is' a letting out of waters, And before it is meddled with leave the strife.
13A foolish woman `is' noisy, Simple, and hath not known what.
14And she hath sat at the opening of her house, On a throne -- the high places of the city,
23For a hated one when she ruleth, And a maid-servant when she succeedeth her mistress.
21Coal to burning coals, and wood to fire, And a man of contentions to kindle strife.
1Every wise woman hath builded her house, And the foolish with her hands breaketh it down.
22A ring of gold in the nose of a sow -- A fair woman and stubborn of behaviour.
7As the digging of a well, is `for' its waters, So she hath digged `for' her wickedness, Violence and spoil is heard in her, Before My face continually `are' sickness and smiting.
26And I am finding more bitter than death, the woman whose heart `is' nets and snares, her hands `are' bands; the good before God escapeth from her, but the sinner is captured by her.
3For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil `is' her mouth,
4And her latter end `is' bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword `with' mouths.
26A spring troubled, and a fountain corrupt, `Is' the righteous falling before the wicked.
28A froward man sendeth forth contention, A tale-bearer is separating a familiar friend.
18As `one' pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death,
17Her ways `are' ways of pleasantness, And all her paths `are' peace.
9A wise man is judged by the foolish man, And he hath been angry, And he hath laughed, and there is no rest.
4Deep waters `are' the words of a man's mouth, The fountain of wisdom `is' a flowing brook.
27For a harlot `is' a deep ditch, And a strange woman `is' a strait pit.
3A stone `is' heavy, and the sand `is' heavy, And the anger of a fool Is heavier than they both.
29Who hath wo? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?
11doth the fountain out of the same opening pour forth the sweet and the bitter?
16A gracious woman retaineth honour, And terrible `men' retain riches.
18A man of fury stirreth up contention, And the slow to anger appeaseth strife.
22An angry man stirreth up contention, And a furious man is multiplying transgression.
26Her mouth she hath opened in wisdom, And the law of kindness `is' on her tongue.
26For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.
20So -- the way of an adulterous woman, She hath eaten and hath wiped her mouth, And hath said, `I have not done iniquity.'
17Whoso is short of temper doth folly, And a man of wicked devices is hated.
14A deep pit `is' the mouth of strange women, The abhorred of Jehovah falleth there.
5yet because this widow doth give me trouble, I will do her justice, lest, perpetually coming, she may plague me.'
3A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, `Is' a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.
1Better `is' a dry morsel, and rest with it, Than a house full of the sacrifices of strife.
30The grace `is' false, and the beauty `is' vain, A woman fearing Jehovah, she may boast herself.
4A virtuous woman `is' a crown to her husband, And as rottenness in his bones `is' one causing shame.
16Sheol, and a restrained womb, Earth -- it `is' not satisfied `with' water, And fire -- it hath not said, `Sufficiency,'