The righteous doth beat me [in] kindness. And doth reprove me, Oil of the head my head disalloweth not, For still my prayer [is] about their vexations.

Reprove not a scorner, lest he hate thee, Give reproof to the wise, and he loveth thee.

Whoso is despising the Word is destroyed for it, And whoso is fearing the Command is repayed.

An ear that is hearing the reproof of life Doth lodge among the wise.

Whoso is refusing instruction is despising his soul, And whoso is hearing reproof Is getting understanding.

Rebuke cometh down on the intelligent More than a hundred stripes on a fool.

Faithful are the wounds of a lover, And abundant the kisses of an enemy.

'As many as I love, I do convict and chasten; be zealous, then, and reform;

Those sitting at the gate meditate concerning me, And those drinking strong drink, Play on instruments.