21The refining-pot is for silver, and the furnace for gold; So let a man be to the mouth that giveth him praise.
22Though thou shouldst beat a fool in a mortar, Among bruised wheat, with a pestle, Yet will not his folly depart from him.
23Be thou diligent to know the state of thy flocks, And look well to thy herds!
24For riches last not for ever; Not even a crown endureth from generation to generation.
25The hay disappeareth, and the tender grass showeth itself, And the herbage of the mountains is gathered in.
26The lambs are thy clothing, And the goats the price of thy field.