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Proverbs 19:10 - Tree of Life Version

10 Luxury is not fitting for a fool— how much less for a servant to rule over princes!

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King James Version (Oxford) 1769

10 Delight is not seemly for a fool; Much less for a servant to have rule over princes.

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Amplified Bible - Classic Edition

10 Luxury is not fitting for a [self-confident] fool–much less for a slave to rule over princes.

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American Standard Version (1901)

10 Delicate living is not seemly for a fool; Much less for a servant to have rule over princes.

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Common English Bible

10 Luxury isn’t fitting for a fool; even less so for a servant to rule over princes.

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Catholic Public Domain Version

10 Fine things are not fitting for the foolish, nor is it fitting for a servant to rule over princes.

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Proverbs 19:10
17 Tagairtí Cros  

So today I am vulnerable, even though anointed king. These men, the sons of Zeruiah, are too hard for me to handle. May Adonai reward the evildoer according to his wickedness.”


The couriers went out hurriedly with the king’s command and the edict was issued in the palace in Shushan. The king and Haman then sat down to drink. But the city of Shushan was dumbfounded.


Arrogant lips are not fitting for a fool, much less lying lips for a ruler.


Like snow in summer or rain at harvest, so honor is not fitting for a fool.


The people will oppress one another— each one by his fellow, each one by his neighbor. The child will be insolent to the aged, and dishonorable to the honorable.


Do not rejoice, O Israel, do not celebrate like the peoples— for so you have gone whoring away from your God. You have loved a prostitute’s pay, on every grain-threshing-floor.


“Now there was a rich man dressed in purple and fine linen, living it up in luxury every day.


And from Sheol, as he was in torment, he raised his eyes. And he sees Abraham far off, and Lazarus at his side.


Lament and mourn and weep! Let your laughter be turned into mourning, and your joy into gloom.


Then Abigail went to Nabal, and there he was holding a banquet in his house like that of a king—Nabal’s heart was merry within him, for he was quite drunk. So she told him nothing at all until daybreak.


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