The legs of the lame hang limp So is a proverb in the mouth of fools.
A thorn goes into the hand of a drunkard So is a proverb in the mouth of fools.
Excellent speech is not fitting for a fool, Much less lying lips for a noble.
And they cause one to stumble, Their own tongue is against them; All who see them flee away.
And He said to them, “No doubt, you shall say this proverb to Me, ‘Physician, heal yourself! Whatever we have heard being done in Kephar Naḥ
He who sends a message by the hand of a fool Cuts off feet, drinks damage.
Like one binding a stone in a sling, So is he who gives esteem to a fool.