The legs of the lame hang loose: So is a parable in the mouth of fools.
So they shall be made to stumble, their own tongue being against them: All that see them shall wag the head.
Excellent speech becometh not a fool: Much less do lying lips a prince.
He that sendeth a message by the hand of a fool Cutteth off his own feet, and drinketh in damage.
As a bag of gems in a heap of stones, So is he that giveth honour to a fool.
As a thorn that goeth up into the hand of a drunkard, So is a parable in the month of fools
And he said unto them, Doubtless ye will say unto me this parable, Physician, heal thyself: whatsoever we have heard done at Capernaum, do also here in thine own country.