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¹Boast not thyself of to-morrow, For thou knowest not what a day bringeth forth.

²Let another praise thee, and not thine own mouth, A stranger, and not thine own lips.

³A stone is heavy, and the sand is heavy, And the anger of a fool Is heavier than they both.

⁴Fury is fierce, and anger is overflowing, And who standeth before jealousy?

⁵Better is open reproof than hidden love.

⁶Faithful are the wounds of a lover, And abundant the kisses of an enemy.

⁷A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And to a hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.

⁸As a bird wandering from her nest, So is a man wandering from his place.

⁹Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend — from counsel of the soul.

¹⁰Thine own friend, and the friend of thy father, forsake not, And the house of thy brother enter not In a day of thy calamity, Better is a near neighbour than a brother afar off.

¹¹Be wise, my son, and rejoice my heart. And I return my reproacher a word.

¹²The prudent hath seen the evil, he is hidden, The simple have passed on, they are punished.

¹³Take his garment, when a stranger hath been surety, And for a strange woman pledge it.

¹⁴Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him.

¹⁵A continual dropping in a day of rain, And a woman of contentions are alike,

¹⁶Whoso is hiding her hath hidden the wind, And the ointment of his right hand calleth out.

¹⁷Iron by iron is sharpened, And a man sharpens the face of his friend.

¹⁸The keeper of a fig-tree eateth its fruit, And the preserver of his master is honoured.

¹⁹As in water the face is to face, So the heart of man to man.

²⁰Sheol and destruction are not satisfied, And the eyes of man are not satisfied.

²¹A refining pot is for silver, and a furnace for gold, And a man according to his praise.

²²If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things — with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him.

²³Know well the face of thy flock, Set thy heart to the droves,

²⁴For riches are not to the age, Nor a crown to generation and generation.

²⁵Revealed was the hay, and seen the tender grass, And gathered the herbs of mountains.

²⁶Lambs are for thy clothing, And the price of the field are he-goats,

²⁷And a sufficiency of goats' milk is for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!