For as the crackling of thorns under a pot, so is the laughter of a fool. That too is futile.
They surrounded me like bees; They were extinguished like burning thorns; In the Name of יהוה I shall cut them off.
Before your pots feel the thorns, Whether green or ablaze, He sweeps them away.
I said of laughter, “It is madness,” and of rejoicing, “What does it do?”
“But Aḇ
“Woe to you who have been filled, because you shall hunger. Woe to you who are laughing now, because you shall mourn and weep.
and shall turn your festivals into mourning, and all your songs into lamentation, and bring sackcloth on all loins, and baldness on every head, and shall make it like mourning for an only son, and its end like a day of bitterness.
When a wise man disputes with a foolish man, Whether he rages or laughs, there is no peace.