ECCLESIASTES
Chapter 10
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:1 | Dead flies, cause to stink [and] ferment, the oil of the perfumer,—More costly than wisdom or honour, is a little folly. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:2 | The sense of the wise, is on his right hand,—But, the sense of the dullard, on his left: | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:3 | Yea, even by the way, as the foolish man walketh along, his sense faileth him—and he telleth everyone that, foolish, is he! | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:4 | If, the spirit of a ruler, riseth up against thee, thy place, do not leave, for gentleness, pacifieth such as have greatly erred. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:5 | Here was a misfortune I had seen under the sun,—a veritable mistake that was going forth from the presence of one who had power: | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:7 | I had seen, servants, upon horses,—and, rulers, walking like servants, on the ground. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:8 | He that diggeth a pit, thereinto, may fall,—and, he that breaketh through a hedge, there may bite him a serpent. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:9 | He that removeth stones, may be hurt therewith,—and he that cleaveth wood, may be endangered thereby. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:10 | If, blunt, be the iron, and, himself, hath not sharpened, the edge, then, much force, must he apply,—but, an advantage for giving success, is wisdom. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:11 | If a serpent will bite, unless he is charmed, then there is nothing better for him that owneth a tongue. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:12 | The words of a wise man’s mouth, are pleasant,—but, the lips of a dullard, will swallow him up: | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:13 | The beginning of the words of his mouth, is folly,—but, the latter end of his speech, is mischievous madness. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:14 | Yet, a foolish man, multiplieth words,—[though] no man knoweth that which hath been, and, that which shall be after him, who can tell him? | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:15 | The toil of dullards, shall weary a man, that he knoweth not how to go into the city. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:16 | Alas! for thee, O land, when thy king is a boy,—and, thy rulers, in the morning, do eat: | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:17 | How happy art thou, O land, when thy king is a son of nobles,—and, thy rulers, in season, do eat, for strength, and not for debauchery. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:18 | By two lazy arms, the framework sinketh in,—and, by the hanging down of the hands, the house may leak. | |
Eccl | Rotherha | 10:19 | Merrily people make bread, and, wine, gladdeneth life,—but, money, answereth all things. | |