Verse 1
Dead flies cause a perfumer's perfume To send forth a stink; The precious by reason of wisdom -- By reason of honour -- a little folly!
Verse 2
The heart of the wise `is' at his right hand, And the heart of a fool at his left.
Verse 3
And also, when he that is a fool Is walking in the way, his heart is lacking, And he hath said to every one, `He `is' a fool.'
Verse 4
If the spirit of the ruler go up against thee, Thy place leave not, For yielding quieteth great sinners.
Verse 5
There is an evil I have seen under the sun, As an error that goeth out from the ruler,
Verse 6
He hath set the fool in many high places, And the rich in a low place do sit.
Verse 7
I have seen servants on horses, And princes walking as servants on the earth.
Verse 8
Whoso is digging a pit falleth into it, And whoso is breaking a hedge, a serpent biteth him.
Verse 9
Whoso is removing stones is grieved by them, Whoso is cleaving trees endangered by them.
Verse 10
If the iron hath been blunt, And he the face hath not sharpened, Then doth he increase strength, And wisdom `is' advantageous to make right.
Verse 11
If the serpent biteth without enchantment, Then there is no advantage to a master of the tongue.
Verse 12
Words of the mouth of the wise `are' gracious, And the lips of a fool swallow him up.
Verse 13
The beginning of the words of his mouth `is' folly, And the latter end of his mouth `Is' mischievous madness.
Verse 14
And the fool multiplieth words: `Man knoweth not that which is, And that which is after him, who doth declare to him?'
Verse 15
The labour of the foolish wearieth him, In that he hath not known to go unto the city.
Verse 16
Wo to thee, O land, when thy king `is' a youth, And thy princes do eat in the morning.
Verse 17
Happy art thou, O land, When thy king `is' a son of freemen, And thy princes do eat in due season, For might, and not for drunkenness.
Verse 18
By slothfulness is the wall brought low, And by idleness of the hands doth the house drop.
Verse 19
For mirth they are making a feast, And wine maketh life joyful, And the silver answereth with all.
Verse 20
Even in thy mind a king revile not, And in the inner parts of thy bed-chamber Revile not the rich: For a fowl of the heavens causeth the voice to go, And a possessor of wings declareth the word.