As a thorn that goeth up into the hand of a drunkard, So is a parable in the mouth of fools.
They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not hurt; They have beaten me, and I felt it not: When shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
As one that bindeth a stone in a sling, So is he that giveth honor to a fool.
As an archer that woundeth all, So is he that hireth a fool and he that hireth them that pass by.