A thorn going up into the hand of a drunkard, a parable in the mouth of the foolish.
They struck me, I was not pained; they beat me, I knew not: when shall I awake? I will add, I will yet seek it.
The great one piercing all, and he hired the foolish one, and those passing by.
As a bundle of stones in a heap of stones, so he giving honor to the foolish one.