7 A satiated soul treadeth down a honeycomb, And to a hungry soul every bitter thing is sweet.
9 Ointment and perfume rejoice the heart, And the sweetness of one's friend -- from counsel of the soul.
10 Thine 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.
12 The prudent hath seen the evil, he is hidden, The simple have passed on, they are punished.
14 Whoso is saluting his friend with a loud voice, In the morning rising early, A light thing it is reckoned to him.
22 If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him.