But in the end she is bitter as wormwood,
Sharp as a two-edged sword.

And you groan at your final end,
When your flesh and your body are consumed;

There is a way which seems right to a man,
But its end is the way of death.

Even in laughter the heart may be in pain,
And the end of joy may be grief.

There is a way which seems right to a man,
But its end is the way of death.

The cast lot puts an end to strife
And decides between the mighty ones.

An inheritance gained hurriedly at the beginning
Will not be blessed in the end.

Do not go out hastily to argue your case;
Otherwise, what will you do in the end,
When your neighbor humiliates you?

He who pampers his slave from childhood
Will in the end find him to be a son.