Provérbios 26 - Bíblia Online

As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, So honour [is] not comely for a fool. 
As a bird by wandering, as a swallow by flying, So reviling without cause doth not come. 
A whip is for a horse, a bridle for an ass, And a rod for the back of fools. 
Answer not a fool according to his folly, Lest thou be like to him -- even thou. 
Answer a fool according to his folly, Lest he be wise in his own eyes. 
He is cutting off feet, he is drinking injury, Who is sending things by the hand of a fool. 
Weak have been the two legs of the lame, And a parable in the mouth of fools. 
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. 
Great [is] the Former of all, And He is rewarding a fool, And is rewarding transgressors. 
As a dog hath returned to its vomit, A fool is repeating his folly. 
Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eyes, More hope of a fool than of him! 
The slothful hath said, `A lion [is] in the way, A lion [is] in the broad places.` 
The door turneth round on its hinge, And the slothful on his bed. 
The slothful hath hid his hand in a dish, He is weary of bringing it back to his mouth. 
Wiser [is] the slothful in his own eyes, Than seven [men] returning a reason. 
Laying hold on the ears of a dog, [Is] a passer-by making himself wrath for strife not his own. 
As [one] pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death, 
So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, `Am not I playing?` 
Without wood is fire going out, And without a tale-bearer, contention ceaseth, 
Coal to burning coals, and wood to fire, And a man of contentions to kindle strife. 
The words of a tale-bearer [are] as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down [to] the inner parts of the heart. 
Silver of dross spread over potsherd, [Are] burning lips and an evil heart. 
By his lips doth a hater dissemble, And in his heart he placeth deceit, 
When his voice is gracious trust not in him, For seven abominations [are] in his heart. 
Hatred is covered by deceit, Revealed is its wickedness in an assembly. 
Whoso is digging a pit falleth into it, And the roller of a stone, to him it turneth. 
A lying tongue hateth its bruised ones, And a flattering mouth worketh an overthrow! 

Provérbios 27

As snow in summer, and as rain in harvest, So honour [is] not comely for a fool. 
As a bird by wandering, as a swallow by flying, So reviling without cause doth not come. 
A whip is for a horse, a bridle for an ass, And a rod for the back of fools. 
Answer not a fool according to his folly, Lest thou be like to him -- even thou. 
Answer a fool according to his folly, Lest he be wise in his own eyes. 
He is cutting off feet, he is drinking injury, Who is sending things by the hand of a fool. 
Weak have been the two legs of the lame, And a parable in the mouth of fools. 
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. 
Great [is] the Former of all, And He is rewarding a fool, And is rewarding transgressors. 
As a dog hath returned to its vomit, A fool is repeating his folly. 
Thou hast seen a man wise in his own eyes, More hope of a fool than of him! 
The slothful hath said, `A lion [is] in the way, A lion [is] in the broad places.` 
The door turneth round on its hinge, And the slothful on his bed. 
The slothful hath hid his hand in a dish, He is weary of bringing it back to his mouth. 
Wiser [is] the slothful in his own eyes, Than seven [men] returning a reason. 
Laying hold on the ears of a dog, [Is] a passer-by making himself wrath for strife not his own. 
As [one] pretending to be feeble, Who is casting sparks, arrows, and death, 
So hath a man deceived his neighbour, And hath said, `Am not I playing?` 
Without wood is fire going out, And without a tale-bearer, contention ceaseth, 
Coal to burning coals, and wood to fire, And a man of contentions to kindle strife. 
The words of a tale-bearer [are] as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down [to] the inner parts of the heart. 
Silver of dross spread over potsherd, [Are] burning lips and an evil heart. 
By his lips doth a hater dissemble, And in his heart he placeth deceit, 
When his voice is gracious trust not in him, For seven abominations [are] in his heart. 
Hatred is covered by deceit, Revealed is its wickedness in an assembly. 
Whoso is digging a pit falleth into it, And the roller of a stone, to him it turneth. 
A lying tongue hateth its bruised ones, And a flattering mouth worketh an overthrow! 

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