Weak have been the two legs of the lame, And a parable in the mouth of fools.
And they cause him to stumble, Against them `is' their own tongue, Every looker on them fleeth away.
Not comely for a fool is a lip of excellency, Much less for a noble a lip of falsehood.
He is cutting off feet, he is drinking injury, Who is sending things by the hand of a fool.
As one who is binding a stone in a sling, So `is' he who is giving honour to a fool.
A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.
And he said unto them, `Certainly ye will say to me this simile, Physician, heal thyself; as great things as we heard done in Capernaum, do also here in thy country;'