Thy lot thou dost cast among us, One purse is -- to all of us.'

And I do see among the simple ones, I discern among the sons, A young man lacking understanding,

Fools mock at a guilt-offering, And among the upright -- a pleasing thing.

An ear that is hearing the reproof of life Doth lodge among the wise.

Luxury is not comely for a fool, Much less for a servant to rule among princes.

Be not thou among those striking hands, Among sureties for burdens.

Be not thou among quaffers of wine, Among gluttonous ones of flesh,

She also, as catching prey, lieth in wait, And the treacherous among men she increaseth.

If thou dost beat the foolish in a mortar, Among washed things -- with a pestle, His folly turneth not aside from off him.

A generation -- swords are their teeth, And knives -- their jaw-teeth, To consume the poor from earth, And the needy from among men.

An old lion -- mighty among beasts, That turneth not back from the face of any,