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.