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.
As he that bindeth a stone in a sling, So is he that giveth honour to a fool.
The great God that formed all things Both rewardeth the fool, and rewardeth transgressors.