How long, you simple ones, will foolish things be dear to you? and pride a delight to the haters of authority? how long will the foolish go on hating knowledge?

For they were haters of knowledge, and did not give their hearts to the fear of the Lord:

Like acid drink to the teeth and as smoke to the eyes, so is the hater of work to those who send him.

He who makes himself responsible for a strange man will undergo much loss; but the hater of such undertakings will be safe.

A lover of training is a lover of knowledge; but a hater of teaching is like a beast.

A wise son is a lover of teaching, but the ears of the haters of authority are shut to sharp words.

The hater of work does not get his desires, but the soul of the hard workers will be made fat.

The upright man is a hater of false words: the evil-doer gets a bad name and is put to shame.

The hater of authority, searching for wisdom, does not get it; but knowledge comes readily to the open-minded man.

There is bitter punishment for him who is turned from the way; and death will be the fate of the hater of teaching.

The hater of authority has no love for teaching: he will not go to the wise.

Thorns are round the way of the hater of work; but the road of the hard worker becomes a highway.

When a man's ways are pleasing to the Lord, he makes even his haters be at peace with him.

Go to the ant, you hater of work; give thought to her ways and be wise:

How long will you be sleeping, O hater of work? when will you get up from your sleep?

But he who does evil to me, does wrong to his soul: all my haters are in love with death.

The purpose of the foolish is sin: and the hater of authority is disgusting to others.

Do not be glad at the fall of your hater, and let not your heart have joy at his downfall:

I went by the field of the hater of work, and by the vine-garden of the man without sense;

If your hater is in need of food, give him bread; and if he is in need of drink, give him water:

The hater of work says, There is a lion in the way; a lion is in the streets.

A door is turned on its pillar, and the hater of work on his bed.

The hater of work puts his hand deep into the basin: lifting it again to his mouth is a weariness to him.

The hater of work seems to himself wiser than seven men who are able to give an answer with good sense.

With his lips the hater makes things seem what they are not, but deceit is stored up inside him;

The wounds of a friend are given in good faith, but the kisses of a hater are false.

Men of blood are haters of the good man, and evil-doers go after his soul.

The hater of work puts his hand deep into the basin, and will not even take it to his mouth again.

The hater of work will not do his ploughing because of the winter; so at the time of grain-cutting he will be requesting food and will get nothing.

The desire of the hater of work is death to him, for his hands will do no work.

The hater of work says, There is a lion outside: I will be put to death in the streets.

A leader, may lack intelligence, yet abound in oppressions, The hater of greed, shall lengthen out days.