Whoever hides her hides the wind, and his right hand encounters slippery oil.
Then Mary took a pound of ointment of pure spikenard, very costly, and anointed the feet of Jesus, and wiped His feet with her hair. And the house was filled with the odor of the ointment.
A never-ending dropping in a very rainy day and a quarrelsome woman are alike.
Iron sharpens iron, so a man sharpens the face of his friend.