As the whirlwind passes, so is the wicked no more: but the righteous is an everlasting foundation.

The prudent hath seen the evil, and is hidden, And the simple have passed on, and are punished.

Near the field of a slothful man I passed by, And near the vineyard of a man lacking heart.

Like an archer who wounds at random, so is the one who hires a fool or hires any passer-by.

He that passes by, and meddles with a quarrel not belonging to him, is like one that takes a dog by the ears.

The prudent hath seen the evil, he is hidden, The simple have passed on, they are punished.