Knox Bible

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Here are more of Solomon’s proverbs, copied out by Ezechias’ men, that was king of Juda.

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For mysteries unfathomable, praise God; for mysteries revealed, the king.

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High as heaven thou must look, deep as earth, ere the mind of kings shall be made known to thee.

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Rid silver of dross, and the cup shines bright;

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rid the court of knaves, and the throne stands firm.

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Never play the great lord at court, and mingle with men of rank;

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who would not rather be beckoned to a higher place, than be put to the blush, and in the king’s presence?✻

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When men go to law, do not disclose hastily what thy eyes have witnessed;✻ it may be thou hast tainted a friend’s name, and there is no undoing the mischief.

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To thy friend’s private ear open thy wrongs; vent the secret abroad,

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and he, hearing it, will turn on thee with reproaches, nor wilt thou lightly recover thy good name. (Favour and friendship are thy protection; to lose them is a foul blot.✻ )

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Like a boss of gold amid silver tracery it shines out, the right word spoken.

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Golden ear-ring nor pearl drop fits so well, as wise reproof given to a wise listener.

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Find a trusty messenger; not snow in harvest-time will bring thee more relief.

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Storm-wrack and cloud and no rain to follow; such thanks he wins that boasts much, and nothing accomplishes.

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A prince, in his forbearance,✻ may yet be won over to thy cause; hard heart gives place to soft tongue.

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Honey if thou find, eat thy fill and no more; nothing comes of surfeit but vomiting.

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Rare be thy visits to a neighbour; he will soon have enough, and weary of thee.

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What is worse than javelin, sword, and arrow all at once? One that bears false witness against his neighbour.

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What is more frail than rotting tooth, or sprained foot? A false friend trusted in the hour of need; as well lose thy cloak in mid winter.

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Vinegar goes ill with natron, and song with a discontented heart. (Moth cannot fret garment, or worm wood, as care the heart.)

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Hungers thy enemy? Here is thy chance; feed him. Thirsts he? Of thy well let him drink.

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So doing, thou wilt heap burning coals upon his head, and for thyself, the Lord will recompense thee.✻

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The north wind stops rain, and a frown the backbiter.

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Better lodge in a garret than share thy house with a scold.✻

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Good news from a far land, refreshing as cold water to parched lips.

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Fouled the spring, poisoned the well, when honest men bow down before knaves.

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A surfeit harms, though it be of honey; search too high, and the brightness shall dazzle thee.✻

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Like a city unwalled he lies defenceless, that cannot master himself, but ever speaks his mind.