On top of the heights beside the way,
Where the paths meet, she takes her stand;

Where there is no guidance the people fall,
But in abundance of counselors there is victory.

Where no oxen are, the manger is clean,
But much revenue comes by the strength of the ox.

Better is a dish of vegetables where love is
Than a fattened ox served with hatred.

For lack of wood the fire goes out,
And where there is no whisperer, contention quiets down.

Where there is no vision, the people are unrestrained,
But happy is he who keeps the law.