Because I have called, and ye refuse, I stretched out my hand, and none is attending,

None going in unto her turn back, Nor do they reach the paths of life.

So is he who hath gone in unto the wife of his neighbour, None who doth touch her is innocent.

Why is this -- a price in the hand of a fool to buy wisdom, And a heart there is none?

Clouds and wind, and rain there is none, Is a man boasting himself in a false gift.

A man oppressed with the blood of a soul, Unto the pit fleeth, none taketh hold on him.