King James VersionProverbs27


1 Boast not thy­self of to mor­row; for thou know­est not what a day may bring forth.
2 Let an­oth­er man praise thee, and not thine own mouth; a stranger, and not thine own lips.
3 A stone is heavy, and the sand weighty; but a fool's wrath is heav­ier than them both.
4 Wrath is cru­el, and anger is out­ra­geous; but who is able to stand be­fore en­vy?
5 Open re­buke is bet­ter than se­cret love.
6 Faith­ful are the wounds of a friend; but the kiss­es of an en­e­my are de­ceit­ful.
7 The full soul loa­theth an hon­ey­comb; but to the hun­gry soul ev­ery bit­ter thing is sweet.
8 As a bird that wan­dereth from her nest, so is a man that wan­dereth from his place.
9 Oint­ment and per­fume re­joice the heart: so doth the sweet­ness of a man's friend by hearty coun­sel.
10 Thine own friend, and thy father's friend, for­sake not; nei­ther go into thy brother's house in the day of thy calami­ty: for bet­ter is a neigh­bour that is near than a broth­er far off.
11 My son, be wise, and make my heart glad, that I may an­swer him that re­proa­cheth me.
12 A pru­dent man fore­seeth the evil, and hideth him­self; but the sim­ple pass on, and are pun­ished.
13 Take his gar­ment that is sure­ty for a stranger, and take a pledge of him for a strange wom­an.
14 He that bles­seth his friend with a loud voice, ris­ing ear­ly in the morn­ing, it shall be count­ed a curse to him.
15 A con­tin­u­al drop­ping in a very rainy day and a con­tentious wom­an are alike.
16 Whoso­ev­er hideth her hideth the wind, and the oint­ment of his right hand, which be­wrayeth itself.
17 Iron sharp­eneth iron; so a man sharp­eneth the coun­te­nance of his friend.
18 Whoso keep­eth the fig tree shall eat the fruit there­of: so he that wait­eth on his mas­ter shall be hon­oured.
19 As in wa­ter face answereth to face, so the heart of man to man.
20 Hell and de­struc­tion are nev­er full; so the eyes of man are nev­er sat­is­fied.
21 As the fin­ing pot for sil­ver, and the fur­nace for gold; so is a man to his praise.
22 Though thou shouldest bray a fool in a mor­tar among wheat with a pes­tle, yet will not his fool­ish­ness de­part from him.
23 Be thou dili­gent to know the state of thy flocks, and look well to thy herds.
24 For rich­es are not for ev­er: and doth the crown endure to ev­ery gen­er­a­tion?
25 The hay ap­peareth, and the ten­der grass sheweth it­self, and herbs of the moun­tains are gath­ered.
26 The lambs are for thy cloth­ing, and the goats are the price of the field.
27 And thou shalt have goats' milk enough for thy food, for the food of thy house­hold, and for the main­te­nance for thy maid­ens.