the grave, the barren womb, the thirsty desert, the blazing fire.
The eye that mocks a father and despises a mother’s instructions will be plucked out by ravens of the valley and eaten by vultures.
There are three things that amaze me— no, four things that I don’t understand:
how an eagle glides through the sky, how a snake slithers on a rock, how a ship navigates the ocean, how a man loves a woman.
An adulterous woman consumes a man, then wipes her mouth and says, “What’s wrong with that?”
There are three things that make the earth tremble— no, four it cannot endure:
a slave who becomes a king, an overbearing fool who prospers,
a bitter woman who finally gets a husband, a servant girl who supplants her mistress.
There are four things on earth that are small but unusually wise:
Ants—they aren’t strong, but they store up food all summer.
Hyraxes —they aren’t powerful, but they make their homes among the rocks.