It is better to hear the rebuke of the wise than for man to hear the song of fools.
Let the righteous one smite me Or reprove me in kindness – It is oil on my head. Let my head not refuse it. My prayer is still against their evil deeds.
They who sit in the gate talk about me, And I am the song of the drunkards.
He who despises the Word is destroyed, But he who fears the command is rewarded.
Poverty and shame are for him Who ignores discipline, But he who heeds reproof is esteemed.
Reproof enters deeper into a wise man Than a hundred blows on a fool.
A ring of gold, and an ornament of fine gold, Is a wise one’s reproof to an ear that hears.
The wounds of a friend are true, But the kisses of an enemy are profuse.
For the command is a lamp, And the Torah a light, And reproofs of discipline a way of life,
Do not reprove a scoffer, lest he hate you; Reprove a wise one, and he loves you.
The words of the wise are like goads, and as nails driven by the masters of collections – they were given by one Shepherd.
The heart of the wise is in the house of mourning, but the heart of fools is in the house of rejoicing.
The words of the wise, spoken calmly, should be heard rather than the shout of a ruler of fools.
“As many as I love, I reprove and discipline. So be ardent and repent.