And filled are thy barns with plenty, And with new wine thy presses break forth.

For they have eaten bread of wickedness, And wine of violence they drink.

She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.

For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.

'Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.

'Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'

Better is the lightly esteemed who hath a servant, Than the self-honoured who lacketh bread.

Whoso is tilling the ground is satisfied with bread, And whoso is pursuing vanities is lacking heart,

Love not sleep, lest thou become poor, Open thine eyes -- be satisfied with bread.

Sweet to a man is the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled with gravel.

The good of eye -- he is blessed, For he hath given of his bread to the poor.

Eat not the bread of an evil eye, And have no desire to his dainties,

If he who is hating thee doth hunger, cause him to eat bread, And if he thirst, cause him to drink water.

And a sufficiency of goats' milk is for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!

A man -- poor and oppressing the weak, Is a sweeping rain, and there is no bread.

Whoso is tilling his ground is satisfied with bread, And whoso is pursuing vanity, Is filled with poverty.

To discern faces is not good, And for a piece of bread doth a man transgress.

Vanity and a lying word put far from me, Poverty or wealth give not to me, Cause me to eat the bread of my portion,

For a servant when he reigneth, And a fool when he is satisfied with bread,

She hath been as ships of the merchant, From afar she bringeth in her bread.

She is watching the ways of her household, And bread of sloth she eateth not.