Rebuke cometh down on the intelligent More than a hundred stripes on a fool.
The righteous doth beat me `in' kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer `is' about their vexations.
A wise son -- the instruction of a father, And a scorner -- he hath not heard rebuke.
A fool despiseth the instruction of his father, And whoso is regarding reproof is prudent.
An evil man seeketh only rebellion, And a fierce messenger is sent against him.
Whoso is covering transgression is seeking love, And whoso is repeating a matter Is separating a familiar friend.
A scorner smite, and the simple acts prudently, And give reproof to the intelligent, He understandeth knowledge.
If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him.
By words a servant is not instructed though he understand, And there is nothing answering.
`As many as I love, I do convict and chasten; be zealous, then, and reform;