And Iyoḇ again took up his discourse, and said,
Your weighty sayings are proverbs of ashes, your shields are shields of clay.
I incline my ear to a parable; I expound my riddle on the lyre.
I open my mouth in a parable; I utter riddles of old,
The legs of the lame hang limp So is a proverb in the mouth of fools.
And he took up his proverb and said, “Balaq the sovereign of Mo’aḇ has brought me from Aram, from the mountains of the east. ‘Come, curse Ya‛aqoḇ for me, and come, rage at Yisra’ĕl!’
And he took up his proverb and said, “The saying of Bil‛am, son of Be‛or, and the saying of the man whose eyes are opened,
