Proverbs 9:17
`Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'
`Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'
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17 Sweet to a man `is' the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled `with' gravel.
18 And he hath not known that Rephaim `are' there, In deep places of Sheol her invited ones!
16 `Who `is' simple? let him turn aside hither.' And whoso lacketh heart -- she said to him,
4 `Who `is' simple? let him turn aside hither.' Whoso lacketh heart: she hath said to him,
5 `Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.
7 A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And `to' a hungry soul every bitter thing `is' sweet.
30 They do not despise the thief, When he stealeth to fill his soul when he is hungry,
12 Though he doth sweeten evil in his mouth, Doth hide it under his tongue,
17 For they have eaten bread of wickedness, And wine of violence they drink.
3 Have no desire to his dainties, seeing it `is' lying food.
13 Eat my son, honey that `is' good, And the honeycomb -- sweet to thy palate.
26 For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.
6 Eat not the bread of an evil eye, And have no desire to his dainties,
7 For as he hath thought in his soul, so `is' he, `Eat and drink,' saith he to thee, And his heart `is' not with thee.
8 Thy morsel thou hast eaten thou dost vomit up, And hast marred thy words that `are' sweet.
103 How sweet to my palate hath been Thy saying, Above honey to my mouth.
16 Honey thou hast found -- eat thy sufficiency, Lest thou be satiated `with' it, and hast vomited it.
20 So -- the way of an adulterous woman, She hath eaten and hath wiped her mouth, And hath said, `I have not done iniquity.'
3 For the lips of a strange woman drop honey, And smoother than oil `is' her mouth,
4 And her latter end `is' bitter as wormwood, Sharp as a sword `with' mouths.
10 They are more desirable than gold, Yea, than much fine gold; and sweeter than honey, Even liquid honey of the comb.
15 Drink waters out of thine own cistern, Even flowing ones out of thine own well.
27 And my heart is enticed in secret, And my hand doth kiss my mouth,
2 From the fruit of the mouth a man eateth good, And the soul of the treacherous -- violence.
13 Every precious substance we find, We fill our houses `with' spoil,
17 Her ways `are' ways of pleasantness, And all her paths `are' peace.
10 For wisdom cometh into thy heart, And knowledge to thy soul is pleasant,
24 Sayings of pleasantness `are' a honeycomb, Sweet to the soul, and healing to the bone.
19 A desire accomplished is sweet to the soul, And an abomination to fools `is': Turn from evil.
4 Deep waters `are' the words of a man's mouth, The fountain of wisdom `is' a flowing brook.
19 A hind of loves, and a roe of grace! Let her loves satisfy thee at all times, In her love magnify thyself continually.
20 And why dost thou magnify thyself, My son, with a stranger? And embrace the bosom of a strange woman?
11 If they say, `Come with us, we lay wait for blood, We watch secretly for the innocent without cause,
23 A bribe from the bosom the wicked taketh, To turn aside the paths of judgment.
3 For the ear doth try words, And the palate tasteth to eat.
18 For they are pleasant when thou dost keep them in thy heart, They are prepared together for thy lips.
19 Drought -- also heat -- consume snow-waters, Sheol `those who' have sinned.
18 Come, we are filled `with' loves till the morning, We delight ourselves in loves.
19 So `are' the paths of every gainer of dishonest gain, The life of its owners it taketh.
1 Send forth thy bread on the face of the waters, For in the multitude of the days thou dost find it.
17 Whoso `is' loving mirth `is' a poor man, Whoso is loving wine and oil maketh no wealth.
14 A gift in secret pacifieth anger, And a bribe in the bosom strong fury.
24 Whoso is sharing with a thief is hating his own soul, Execration he heareth, and telleth not.
8 Whoso is getting heart is loving his soul, He is keeping understanding to find good.
1 Better `is' a dry morsel, and rest with it, Than a house full of the sacrifices of strife.
16 Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.
7 Thou causest not the weary to drink water, And from the hungry thou withholdest bread.
6 How hath Esau been searched out! Flowed out have his hidden things,
16 To deliver thee from the strange woman, From the stranger who hath made smooth her sayings,