Iyov again took up his parable, and said,
Your memorable sayings are proverbs of ashes, Your defenses are defenses of clay.
I will incline my ear to a proverb. I will open my riddle on the harp.
I will open my mouth in a parable. I will utter dark sayings of old,
Like the legs of the lame that hang loose: so is a parable in the mouth of fools.
He took up his parable, and said, From Aram has Balak brought me, The king of Mo'av from the mountains of the East: Come, curse me Ya`akov, Come, defy Yisra'el.
He took up his parable, and said, Bil`am the son of Be'or says, the man whose eye was closed says;
