So are the paths of every gainer of dishonest gain, The life of its owners it taketh.

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

For the man is not in his house, He hath gone on a long journey.

The words of a tale-bearer are as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down to the inner parts of the heart.

A city of the mighty hath the wise gone up, And bringeth down the strength of its confidence.

And lo, it hath gone up -- all of it -- thorns! Covered its face have nettles, And its stone wall hath been broken down.

A thorn hath gone up into the hand of a drunkard, And a parable in the mouth of fools.

The words of a tale-bearer are as self-inflicted wounds, And they have gone down to the inner parts of the heart.

A leader lacking understanding multiplieth oppressions, Whoso is hating dishonest gain prolongeth days.

Many are the daughters who have done worthily, Thou hast gone up above them all.'