A proverb in the mouth of a fool hangs limp, like crippled legs.
God shoots an arrow at them; in a moment they are struck down.
Fine words ill fit a fool; how much more lying lips, a noble!
Those who send messages by a fool cut off their feet; they drink down violence.
Giving honor to a fool is like entangling a stone in the sling.
A thorn stuck in the hand of a drunkard is a proverb in the mouth of fools.
He said to them, “Surely you will quote me this proverb, ‘Physician, cure yourself,’ and say, ‘Do here in your native place the things that we heard were done in Capernaum.’”