And Achis said to his servants: You saw the man was mad. Why have you brought him to me?
For as the crackling of thorns burning under a pot, so is the laughter of a fool: now this also is vanity.
And he changed his countenance before them, and slipt down between their hands. And he stumbled against the doors of the gate; and his spittle ran down upon his beard.
Have we need of madmen, that you have brought in this fellow, to play the madman in my presence? Shall this fellow come into my house?
For David himself. Judge thou, O Lord, them that wrong me: overthrow them that fight against me.