In righteousness are all the sayings of my mouth, Nothing in them is froward and perverse.

Because of winter the slothful plougheth not, He asketh in harvest, and there is nothing.

If thou hast nothing to pay, Why doth he take thy bed from under thee?

There is who is making himself rich, and hath nothing, Who is making himself poor, and wealth is abundant.

By words a servant is not instructed though he understand, And there is nothing answering.