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.