A dropping thrust forth in the day of rain and a woman of strifes were alike.
The waters rubbed the stones: thou wilt overflow the flowings of the dust of the earth; and thou didst destroy the hope of man.
A foolish son a calamity to his father: and the strifes of a woman a dropping thrust out
Good to dwell in the land of the desert rather than with a woman of contentions and anger.
Good to dwell upon the corner of the roof rather than with a woman of strifes and a house of community.
Good to dwell upon a corner of the roof rather than with a woman of strifes and a house of community.
He hiding her, hid the wind, and he shall call the oil of his right hand.