As a thorn goeth up into the hand of a drunkard, so is a parable in the mouth of fools.
They have stricken me, shalt thou say, and I was not sick; they have beaten me, and I felt it not: when shall I awake? I will seek it yet again.
The great God that formed all things both rewardeth the fool, and rewardeth transgressors.
As he that bindeth a stone in a sling, so is he that giveth honor to a fool.