When thou sittest to eat with a ruler, Thou considerest
diligently that which is before thee,
And thou hast put a knife to thy throat, If thou art
a man of appetite.
Have no desire to his dainties, seeing it is lying
Labour not to make wealth, From thine own understanding
cease, Dost thou cause thine eyes to fly upon it? Then it is not.
For wealth maketh to itself wings, As an eagle it flieth to
Eat not the bread of an evil eye, And have no desire to his
For as he hath thought in his soul, so is he, 'Eat
and drink,' saith he to thee, And his heart is not with thee.
Thy morsel thou hast eaten thou dost vomit up, And hast
marred thy words that are sweet.
In the ears of a fool speak not, For he treadeth on the
wisdom of thy words.
Remove not a border of olden times, And into fields of the
fatherless enter not,
For their Redeemer is strong, He doth plead their
cause with thee.
Bring in to instruction thy heart, And thine ear to sayings
Withhold not from a youth chastisement, When thou smitest
him with a rod he dieth not.
Thou with a rod smitest him, And his soul from Sheol thou
My son, if thy heart hath been wise, My heart rejoiceth,
And my reins exult when thy lips speak uprightly.
Let not thy heart be envious at sinners, But -- in the fear
of Jehovah all the day.
For, is there a posterity? Then thy hope is not cut off.
Hear thou, my son, and be wise, And make happy in the way
Be not thou among quaffers of wine, Among gluttonous ones of
For the quaffer and glutton become poor, And drowsiness
clotheth with rags.
Hearken to thy father, who begat thee, And despise not thy
mother when she hath become old.
Truth buy, and sell not, Wisdom, and instruction, and
The father of the righteous rejoiceth greatly, The begetter
of the wise rejoiceth in him.
Rejoice doth thy father and thy mother, Yea, she that bare
thee is joyful.
Give, my son, thy heart to me, And let thine eyes watch my
For a harlot is a deep ditch, And a strange woman is
a strait pit.
She also, as catching prey, lieth in wait, And the
treacherous among men she increaseth.
Who hath wo? who hath sorrow? Who hath contentions? who hath
plaint? Who hath wounds without cause? Who hath redness of eyes?
Those tarrying by the wine, Those going in to search out
See not wine when it showeth itself red, When it giveth in
the cup its colour, It goeth up and down through the upright.
Its latter end -- as a serpent it biteth, And as a basilisk
Thine eyes see strange women, And thy heart speaketh
And thou hast been as one lying down in the heart of the
sea, And as one lying down on the top of a mast.
'They smote me, I have not been sick, They beat me, I have
not known. When I awake -- I seek it yet again!'