As a dog returns to his own vomit, So a fool repeats his folly.
And when Pharaoh saw that there was relief, he hardened his heart and did not listen to them, as יהוה had said.
“They smote me, I was not sick! They beat me, I did not know! When shall I wake up? Let me seek it again!”
An archer who wounds anyone, Is he who hires a fool or any passer-by.
Even if you pound a fool in a mortar with a pestle Along with crushed grain, His folly shall not leave him.
For all tables shall be covered with vomit, no place without filth.
“Then it goes and takes with it seven other spirits more wicked than itself, and they enter and dwell there. And the last of that man is worse than the first. So shall it also be with this wicked generation.”
For them the proverb has proved true, “A dog returns to his own vomit,” and, “A washed sow returns to her rolling in the mud.”