And a sufficiency of goats' milk is for thy bread, For bread to thy house, and life to thy damsels!

For they have eaten bread of wickedness, And wine of violence they drink.

She doth prepare in summer her bread, She hath gathered in harvest her food.

For a harlot consumeth unto a cake of bread, And an adulteress the precious soul hunteth.

'Come, eat of my bread, And drink of the wine I have mingled.

'Stolen waters are sweet, And hidden bread is pleasant.'

Love not sleep, lest thou become poor, Open thine eyes -- be satisfied with bread.

Sweet to a man is the bread of falsehood, And afterwards is his mouth filled with gravel.

The good of eye -- he is blessed, For he hath given of his bread to the poor.

Eat not the bread of an evil eye, And have no desire to his dainties,