Like an unending dropping on a day of rain is a bitter-tongued woman.
The stones are crushed small by the force of the waters; the dust of the earth is washed away by their overflowing: and so you put an end to the hope of man.
A foolish son is the destruction of his father; and the bitter arguments of a wife are like drops of rain falling without end.
It is better to be living in a waste land, than with a bitter-tongued and angry woman.
It is better to be living in an angle of the house-top, than with a bitter-tongued woman in a wide house.
He who keeps secret the secret of his friend, will get himself a name for good faith.